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Fangs and Paws

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“Rule one for fucking a wolf, June," Dom growled into my ear, making me shiver. "Dominance is everything." The urgency tightened inside of me more and more with every stroke. I couldn't move, and it excited me. Dom's mouth took mine. Biting and pressing hungrily. I was desperate for him. Desperate for his lips, desperate for climax. "June," Dom warned. I was too breathless to answer, panting, and nodding with fervor. Yes. Yes! Please. My wolf agreed passionately. We were an animal in heat. Fucking Dom was the only thing either of us could think of. Dom thrust upward in one last strong jerk. "Let me see your eyes, June!" He commanded me. I mean really commanded me. My wolf couldn't say no. I couldn't say no. I looked him in the eye as I lost it all. "Ah!" A short, breathy yell left me as everything in me rose higher and higher toward that sweet release. The moment I felt his last thrust and the spilling of him inside me, I went to pieces. My body tensed, riding him hard as we both came. It was both better and worse that I couldn't even move my hands, I was fully on display in my most vulnerable moment.”

“A stunning wolf. Shiny black coat, blazing yellow eyes. She stood tall with long legs and a narrow frame. Sleek. Elegant. My heart pounded even as I registered there was something familiar about her. I took a deeper breath, tasting the scent on my tongue, and still making my way across the wide fields to her. And I knew now who it was. The registration of it hit my face a split second before it hits hers. June.”

“I'll walk with you, my luna." I smiled and looked out over the village. It was waking up to the aftermath of a terrible night, but little acts of life were already getting back to normal. Chickens were being fed. Gardens were being weeded. Wolves were on their front steps, talking to their neighbors. Visibly shaken, but recovering. Moonpeak was now in our hands, and I would use my life to protect it. "Let's go, my alpha," I said warmly. And side by side, we walked through our village, a new era for Moonpeak ahead of us.”

“How dare I presume to say: He is my friend, or even, more cautiously, I think I know him? At the very most we are like two strangers meeting in the white wintry veld and sitting down together for a while to smoke a pipe before proceeding on their separate ways. No more. Alone. Alone to the very end. I… every one of us. But to have been granted the grace of meeting and touching so fleetingly: is that not the most awesome and wonderful thing one can hope for in this world?”

“I don't know what they are. They aren't completely human, so I don't know what to call them." I pulled one of the bags over the man's head, then rolled it down to his waist. My fingers brushed Clare's; the feel of her skin sent a warm tingle firing up my arms. I met her gaze, and without thinking too much about it, I slid my right hand over hers. God, I had missed her. "Owen, there is a dead body between us," she said, her gaze never straying from mine. "Best be thankful for that, flower." I pushed down everything I wanted to say. There wasn't time, and her bloody kitchen definitely wasn't the place.”

“And let Apollo drive Prince Hector back to battle, breathe power back in his lungs, make him forget the pain that racks his heart. Let him whip the Achaeans in headlong panic rout and roll them back once more, tumbling back on the oar-swept ships of Peleus' son Achilles. And he, will launch his comrade Patroclus into action and glorious Hector will cut him down with a spear in front of Troy, once Patroclus has slaughtered whole battalions of strong young fighting men and among them all, my shining son Sarpedon. But then - enraged for Patroclus - brilliant Achilles will bring Prince Hector down. And then, from that day on, I'll turn the tide of war: back the fighting goes, no stopping it, ever.”

“It was told that during the wedding feast, Eris [Discordia], a daughter of Nyx, threw a golden apple into their midst, intended as a prize for the most beautiful amongst the three Goddesses at the table: Athena, Hera & Aphrodite, the daughter, wife & clandestine lover of Zeus, respectively. And Zeus wisely dodged the responsibility of making such a tough decision,directing that it should be made by Paris of Troy instead.”