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Jarek
NOTHING HURTS LIKE YOUR MOUTHAn awareness flooded his body, like a warmth spread from the point of conduct up through his body pooling in his groin taking on the form of desire, it's fingers stretching out to slowly squeeze at his chest and numb his head with a dull buzzing. Jarek was not known for his self control...It was that which, coupled with fierce determination, had kept him from being clobbered to the bottom of the ranks...and yet prevented his promotion at the same time. He would sooner fight with brutal and terrifying ferocity than stop and consider his strategy. He frightened and killed those he could, and made a worthy opponent to those he could not. However, Jarek reached within himself and pulled out every once of restraint...
Words escaped her again, and he measured each inflection fastidiously... Every vowel was probed for it's purpose, as if there was some hope to extract hidden meanings from them...Most of the time there was, but with Verda it was unlikely if not impossible. He searched the sound waves beyond them as well, picking out the voices of other wolves, the grating speech of vampires and the hiss hidden beneath the sweet mutterings of demons all mingled with the mundane tones of worthless humans....Nothing of interest was found and Verda's sentence came to an investigative end. The spot on the table where his icy gaze had been trained seemed to fade into the dark grain. The previous emotion became another, something darker though very close in nature. Jarek's blue eyes, rimmed with dark lashes flew up to his Alpha's face with glowing defiance. The wolf's current state of mind easily giving way to jealousy. "Little." The reply came, clipped and impertinent. The tension between them thickened, and he reveled in it. Truthfully, while he had communicated some with the others they'd mostly kept apart, Jarek refusing to join up with anyone else in case it made them easier to follow...and he'd hoped to find her first. He knew nothing of the others positions at the moment, though Cassidy was likely in this city as well. They were friends, even best friends in a sibling sort of way. Jarek had caught her scent in the outskirts, but neglected to seek her out... It was Verda that was important, his purpose in this country. It was Verda's scent that engrossed him even as he stared back at her from his place across the table. Screw the rest. |
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