His little she-wolf was back to being her cold "sexy" self, "Why would I do that?"
"I'm your king and I wish it."
"Yeah, not going to happen. I don't trust you enough to let you run around my house while I sleep." She turned the light and left but not before saying, "you're in my house and what I say goes. Even if you're a king."
Watching the door slowly shut behind her, Eric could feel a grin form on his face.
Challenged accepted.
The room smelled of her. Eric could say he was in complete bliss if only his she-wolf was by his side in his arms. Throughout the night he struggled to untie himself. He could hear her gentle breathing across the hall, in all reality he didn't want to wake her. It would have killed him if he did so.
He wanted to surprise her when she woke to find him lying next to her, holding her. She would kill him but she was looking forward to it, he knew it. He smiled at the very thought of it.
Eric closed his eyes for a moment, taking her peaceful sound in until he heard her wrestling in her sheets as if her life depended on it.
He could feel his wolf pull to the surface to be let out and Eric welcomed it. For the first time tonight they both agreed on something and that was to see what the hell was going on.
Before he could even force himself out of his binding the sound of shattering glass turned his thoughts for the worst.
Forcing his way free he ran into the room across from his. The room belonged to her younger brother. The bed was torn by the claws of a wolf, the pillows were shattered into nothing and the blanket was made into rags. Eric took his attention to the broken window. Running towards it he saw the tip of a gray wolf's tale.
The she-wolf only shifted her body before whimpering again. It wasn't because she was scared but because of what this place was to her.
"I said 'shift' she-wolf," Eric yelled finding his patience running thin. "I said 'shift'! This is your final warning," he growled.
In response, she looked at him and growled back. Her silver eyes glaring at him as if he was nothing but an annoying mosquito that happened to cross her path.
Nothing mattered at this point when Eric's wolf reached to the surface and shifted, growling at the she-wolf. He took another step towards her, biting into her neck trying to force her to shift, to show submission. The she-wolf growled in response, kicking and biting into his right leg. Eric bit down harder but not enough to break the skin. In a short seconded later, she howled before ending in a yep as Eric tossed her a few feet away like a ragdoll.
With a limp she got to her feet, baring down, waiting for him to charge at her. And that's what he did. He came at her as she tucks and rolled out of his way, dodging his attack. Getting to her feet, she took the opportunity to take a bite into one of his back legs. Eric swiftly turned around and snapped at her before biting into her again to submit to him but she didn't.
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