Ryder ran and leapt right over the bonnet with force so huge that the metal sank in. He punched the front view glass with his right fist shattering it into a thousand pieces. He plucked the steering out. He jumped in to grab Drake’s throat and while doing so, his kick landed right on Joe’s face with impact so hard that his face was a bloody mess and the man fell to the back, unconscious.
In the mess that followed, Terry fired his rifle that grazed his shoulder forming a wound through which flesh ripped. But that didn’t stop him. Ryder caught Drake’s throat and pressed it hard with one hand while snatching Terry’s rifle with the other. Drake kicked him hard on his thighs. For a moment Ryder thought that his femur had fractured, and his grip loosened on Drake. Drake took the advantage and shoved him hard away from him. He scrambled out of the jeep. Disappointed as hell, Ryder broke his rifle in two an
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They reached the cave in less than fifteen minutes. When they reached near the cave, Dominique said acerbically, “You can go back to your pack. We can take care of her from here.” Not happy over his statement and wondering why he would say that, Ryder snapped, “I will stay where the pup stays.” Dominique grunted. “Why do I have a feeling that she is in this situation because of you?” He touched the girl's hair that was sticking to Ryder’s forearm. Ryder’s fangs sharpened at him for touching her. He could claw the beta of the Howling Pack right now. Was he trying to make out with her? Was he trying to take her away from him? His wolf growled. He willed his wolf to back down, as comprehension began to set in. ‘She is not ours.’ He had done his duty to
Ryder’s face tightened as he watched Dominique furtively. He curled his fists as his pulse quickened. Dominique was shirtless and had laid a plaid on the rocky outcrop, which he had marked to sleep with Lyle. He removed his dagger with its sheath from his belt and placed it on the side. Then he picked up Lyle and set her on the plaid. But why the hell was he shirtless? Was he trying to show her his youth or how fit he was? Dominique brushed her hair to the side and looked at her with fondness that didn’t sit well with Ryder. Ryder was about to stomp to him to punch him on the face when Nolan placed his hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing anything stupid. A low growl formed in his throat and he went to pick his backpack. Arya entered the cave with her hands full of firewood and two rabbits hanging from her shoulders. Nolan rushed to her sid
Ryder ambled to the side of the rocky outcrop where she was sitting leaned against the wall and set his pallet right next to it on the ground. A broad piece, the pallet was comfortable for him to sleep and for her too. It’s not that he had found the pallet on the Bloodwulf jungle floor. He had found a thick tree, uprooted it and then took almost three hours to create it. All the while he was crafting it, he only thought of one thing—it should be curved nicely so that she wouldn’t get hurt in case she decided to sleep on it, with him of course… He had waited for her to become conscious. His anxiety was getting the better of him. Others passed indirect remarks at him, so he had gone out to distract himself. When Lyle didn’t look at him or the pallet he had crafted for so long for her, his irritation increased. Ryder pursed his lips and then walked to his backpack from where he pulled out a large towel
Her youth lasted for two thousand years, but now her skin was wrinkly. Her face had been battered by age by all the magic she had used. It was crumpled and sagged. Her leathery skin had warts. When she looked at her young daughter, Nina, her face twitched as saliva drooled from her mouth. There was a glint in her otherwise limpid eyes. Elara wanted back the look of youth but whatever spell she tried, it just wasn’t working. The only option left was the Nyter flowers. “Sit down Nina,” she said in an ominous voice. She was performing a ritual.There was a skull of a boar who she had sacrificed for the ritual, right in her center of the pentagon she had sketched. For the past ten years she had been working on one or the other spell to get her youthful looks back, but nothing worked.The two witches sat down to complete the ritual.
Ryder’s erection throbbed painfully recalling her arousal. “Nothing,” he hissed and adjusted his erection. The pup was on his mind for the whole day. Now that he had decided that he would woo her, what was he going to do? He wasn’t skilled in the field of love! His beta had often told him how much the girls from his pack waited for him to notice them, to bed them, but he was just never interested. And now he regretted his decision. At least he would have had some experience. He wondered why he never yearned for others. Why was it that a mere thought of pup made him drool over her body? Damn it, he could sniff her arousal from so far also. Was she aroused? Was she thinking of him? Bloody Dominique was there in the cave. “Fuck!” he shouted. Nolan jerked his head back. “What is wrong with you?” “We need to rush back!” he said and sprinted back to the
The pallet was definitely better and warmer than the cold hard rock and now that she began to feel chilly after eating food despite the fire. A dry bed was a welcome thought. “No, thanks!” she replied. “I would rather sleep next to Dominique,” not sounding like she meant it but more out of arrogance.“Ah pup, you break my heart,” he replied with a smirk and took the plate from her. Together they had finished the food off the plate. He came back to lie down on the pallet and then turned on his side and patted the bed next to him. “This is nicer. Come.”From the corner of her eye, she saw Dominique stirring. He was awake and listening to them? “Look Ryder, if you think that I am going to sleep with you, then you are highly mistaken.” She heard Dominique’s soft chuckle.
Sweet aroma wafted in the air when Ryder and Lyle walked to the pool he had mentioned about. Lyle was surprised as her stomach hollowed when he led her to the pool while holding her hand for the entire path. “Watch out, there are steps here,” he said as he left her hand to jump down five steps. He extended his hand towards her to take them as a support. She placed her hand in his, and then climbed down two steps carefully. Leaving her hand, Ryder placed his hands on her hips and picked her up like she was a weightless person. He placed her on the ground, not leaving her until she was standing steadily. He didn’t leave her and she felt his finger digging in her flesh. They stayed in that position for some time, barely a few inches away. She craned her head to look at him and his hazel eyes locked into hers. She could feel electricity tingling inside her body, as a shiver cruised through her body. His
“It is not!” Lyle retorted. Then she put her hand behind and actually it felt greasy. She pursed her lips and shook her head. She stopped where she was and when felt his soapy hands on her back, she didn’t protest. Feeling embarrassed as hell, she pressed herself to the rock in front and permitted him to clean her. His hands reached her hips where he gently massaged in circles. Before quickly moving his hand up he pinched them. “Did you pinch me?” she asked, aghast at the gall of this man. “No, why would I?” he lied. He took his hands to her shoulders and then arms. Once he finished there, he said, “Keep your leg up on the rock. You can take my support.” Not wanting to turn and show him her