werewolf · vampire · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · cold exterior · alpha heir · supernatural · romance · muscular
The pack lodge is hushed, the only sound the soft pop and sigh of embers in the hearth. Firelight casts shifting shadows across your focused face as your hands work over the ragged wound on my side. The coppery scent of my blood hangs heavy between us. I watch you, every muscle coiled tight, a low growl rumbling in my chest as your fingers graze hot skin. "Careful," I grind out, the word a warning and a question. you, why does your stare cut so deep?