“Hey man, she’s going to be alright.” Cole’s voice caused Snarl to almost jump right out of his skin. Although he had been waiting with him outside the room where Hazel was being treated by the witch for quite some time, neither of them had really spoken. Several minutes had passed by in silence save for the odd whimper or squeal coming from inside the room. The last he had seen her, he had been cradling her in his arms, not letting her go since the moment that she passed out against his shoulder. It had taken Damon , Cole, and several others to finally remove him from the room so that Malia could take a look at her and the moment he heard her waking, he had wanted to go to her. “I know,” Snarl sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, gritting his teeth against the urge to rush right into the room every time he heard or sensed pain from Hazel. He’d done that once already, and he was sure that Damon wouldn’t let him off so easily again for disobeying direct orders. After
Hazel was more than a little relieved when Snarl didn’t try to fight her again. Instead, he caused her stomach to do a somersault as he suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped, effectively trapping her beneath him on the bed. Wearing nothing but a silken nightgown that she always kept spare in her wardrobe at the Lauchair Manor, she was ready for him. “Snarl, I need you right now!” she growled against his lips even as he kissed her. Hungrily, she tore at his belt buckle and popped the top button of his jeans. In one swift motion, Snarl knelt and yanked off his t-shirt, coming back down on top of her within seconds to kiss her again. The warmth of his body on top of hers was intoxicating and she arched her back, trying to get as close to him as possible even as she shoved his jeans down over his hips. He moved his legs quickly, urging them down the rest of the way, and Hazel felt more than saw him kick them right off the bed along with his boots, deftly removing
“Well, that was awkward,” Cole announced the moment Snarl stepped out of the room, leaving Damon and Hazel to talk. He was already at his wits’ end with tension, and he cast a warning glare at his friend who knew how much he hated witches. Malia, who had clearly been stood talking to Cole the entire time that Snarl and Hazel had been busy in the bedroom, at least had the decency to glance away the moment that she saw he was still practically half-naked. There might have been a time when Snarl would have joked that she could look if she wanted, but the thought of anyone but Hazel seeing him made him angry, and so he quickly dropped his boots and pulled on his t-shirt. “Cole, I think maybe we should give your packmates a little space,” the witch suggested, and Snarl almost thanked her, though he was too busy trying to listen in on what was being said inside the bedroom. He hated the thought of Hazel facing Damon alone, especially after having just found the two of them in such
Snarl saw his friend out trying his best to ignore the sympathy in his eyes. Whatever happened was up to Hazel. He wouldn’t try to influence her decision. If the alphas found her suffering from some syndrome or another, he’d lose her either way. So it wasn't about Damon's decision ? He was in love with her. The thought of losing her left a giant hole inside his chest. Clawing out his heart wouldn’t be half as painful even if he would be dead. Hazel was upstairs in their bedroom. She rarely spoke over dinner leaving him and Shadow to talk business. He was tired of meeting and the incessant need to avoid war with certain clans. What was the point of trying when it eventually happens. Staring at his reflection in the mirror Damon let out a breath feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders as he stepped out. He’d been a good alpha, and he hoped to be a good help to him as well as reward him . “Snarl?” He turned to see the love of his life standing in the doorway. She wo
“Your breath smelled fine to me.” She rolled her eyes and climbed on the bed beside him. Before brushing her teeth she’d been sucking his cock until he came, swallowing down every drop. “I wanted to brush my teeth.” He reached out, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Glancing down at his stiffening cock, she chuckled. “No, you’re going to be the death of me. I’ve not even made it to the kitchen yet without you pouncing on me.” Snarl caressed her ass, sliding his palm over her cheeks. “What can I say? You shouldn’t be so fucking tempting.” He moved over her, trapping her legs together as he kissed and nibbled on her ass. She cried out as his teeth sank into her flesh. Moaning, she held onto the blanket as pleasure consumed her thoughts. Her cream leaked out, coating her clit. The scent of their combined releases surrounded them. “I could spend all day worshipping this ass,” he said, slapping her cheek. She squealed at the sligh
“Not any guy, just you.” Hazel smiled as she leaned back into Snarl’s embrace. His hands felt so good on her, smoothing around her waist before parting company. The left slid upward to cup one breast as the right made its way down to press the satin of her wrap between her thighs. Strong fingers cupped her mound, firm pressure against her still hidden clit making her body ache. “It had better be just me,” he growled, his voice heavy with both possessiveness and his cat. Her own purred at the sound, wanting nothing more than to roll over for their powerful alpha mate. But the human had other ideas. He couldn’t have this too easy… Or at the very least she couldn’t let him think it was that easy, even if it was. “Well… I dunno, with a lioness of my own now, perhaps I should cast my net a bit wider,” she teased, tilting her head to the side to allow his lips better access. He kissed up her neck, leaving a fiery trail until he reached her ear. Nuzzling behind it, he found the spot tha
Snarl thrust deeply into Hazel’s tight, wet heat and didn’t bother to stifle his moan. Being inside her was the kind of heaven he’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to experience. She fit him like a glove, silken inner walls gripping his cock as she rode him. For a moment, he just watched her, committing every little expression to memory. She was so expressive, every ounce of pleasure showing in her dark eyes and across her flushed face. He’d done that. Made her shiver and moan in his arms, those sexy little sounds imprinted on his soul forever. Each stroke of his hands over her skin brought a new reaction and he lapped them up, needing to bring her to ecstasy over and over again. She was like a drug—his perfect addiction and one he never wanted to be free of. A sensual temptation he would never let go. “Scream for me, witch,” he ordered, his thrusts harder, faster now . She loved when he says witch and not kitten. “I want to watch your face as you come. Love to see that.” Sh
Just a few days later, only hours after Snarl had spent the longest half an hour Hazel had ever experienced in the room with him, she joined him beneath the largest sycamore tree on the Lauchair estate. Though it was not their official wedding due to the lockdown that had been put in place upon the entire community, Hazel couldn’t have wished for anything more. She would give her parents the large wedding they obviously desired to show off their power and wealth, but right now, in this moment, everything was for her and Snarl. With their entire pack surrounding them and some of the women and children who had remained from Shane’s pack, Hazel and Snarl allowed Damon to wrap a crimson ribbon around their hands, binding them together. Tears pricking the corners of her eyes, Hazel gazed up into the eyes of her mate and bit the inside of her lip in an attempt to stop them from falling from her cheeks. “Though we are limited due to the lockdown, Snarl and Hazel have asked that we a