body quivered and for a split second his
midnight black hair water- falled into stark white
fur; but as quickly as it was white it was back to black.
Molten ardor simmered in the core of her body and
Sarai gasped. Conri inhaled deeply and he reached for her. His hands hovered
over her hips, not touching. Her hands slid from the back of his neck to cup
his chin. She rose to the tops of her toes, balancing unsteadily. Sarai watched, enraptured, as his eyes
kaleidoscope; white, cobalt, azure, indigo back to blue and on and on.
“Beautiful,” She said and he crashed into her, his
hands grabbed onto her hips desperately as if she might turn to vapor and
disappear; nails dug in, almost hurting but not. Someone groaned, or growled,
or signed or purred but both of them opened their mouths at the same time. Two
tongues battled it out; fighting for the upper hand and Conri fisted a hand in
her hair as if she would try to escape.
A loud crash from one of the upper levels of the
library had the two jumping apart like two caught teenagers. Conri sniffed the
air and Sarai stood stock still. He glanced down at her and a small smiled
played at his lips, “To be continued.” He whispered. He leaned down and placed
a chaste kiss on her forehead and was ten paces away before Sarai opened her
eyes.
The moment he was out of the library Sarai let out a
heavy breath. She plopped back in her chair and eyed her book. Suddenly reading
about adventure didn’t hold quite the luster. She double checked the dog-eared
the page and tucked the book under her arm. Maybe she would ask Lilly for an impromptu
training session.
CHAPTER TWELVE
STELLA
Stella had no idea how Sarai had not heard her come
in. She said hi to her friend but Sarai hadn’t responded. So instead of
interrupting Sarai from her fantasy book world she started to browse the
shelves of the ample library. She was looking for any history one the Leopards,
if she was to become one, she would need to know their customs. Behind one of
the shelves was a gilded spiral staircase and touching the smooth golden brass
felt good under her fingers. She climbed the stairs to find it opened to the
second level of books. But if she turned to her right there was another golden
spiral staircase.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Stella climbed higher.
On the third level she glanced down at her friend. Sarai was still lost in her
novel, still oblivious to her being there, still alone. If Sarai knew half the
things that Stella knew, maybe she would be less worried about going home and
more focused on cultivating her life here. Oh the things Stella knew too.
Ever since she started what she thought was going to
be a whirlwind romance with Flynn, she unexpectedly found herself fixated in
something she could not have imagined. The intensity of everything was out of
this world. After only a few days of out of her mind encounters with Flynn,
Core had leaned over Flynn’s lap during dinner and planted a hard kiss right on
her mouth. Flynn had chuckled as he watched her carefully.
When she didn’t freak out, she hadn’t reacted at all
because she had been unsure what Flynn expected of her, Core clandestinely slipped
in little caresses and kisses; veiled to a passerby but always under the
watchful eye of Flynn. Then Flynn had invited Core into his room and everything
Stella thought she had known- was blown.
And then came the whispers,
the pillow talk and the full out divulging. Stella was now privy to some pack secrets.
For instance, Conri’s mate had been the only female leopard to have red hair. Actually
it hadn’t been red in the traditional sense, but more of a strawberry blonde.
At first people were nervous of what was then thought to be a birth defect. But
when she reached her first female cycle and developed her unique scent she was
more powerful than anyone could have imagined.
There had been no secrets of who had claimed her then
to be his son’s future mate. Conri and
midnight black hair water- falled into stark white
fur; but as quickly as it was white it was back to black.
Molten ardor simmered in the core of her body and
Sarai gasped. Conri inhaled deeply and he reached for her. His hands hovered
over her hips, not touching. Her hands slid from the back of his neck to cup
his chin. She rose to the tops of her toes, balancing unsteadily. Sarai watched, enraptured, as his eyes
kaleidoscope; white, cobalt, azure, indigo back to blue and on and on.
“Beautiful,” She said and he crashed into her, his
hands grabbed onto her hips desperately as if she might turn to vapor and
disappear; nails dug in, almost hurting but not. Someone groaned, or growled,
or signed or purred but both of them opened their mouths at the same time. Two
tongues battled it out; fighting for the upper hand and Conri fisted a hand in
her hair as if she would try to escape.
A loud crash from one of the upper levels of the
library had the two jumping apart like two caught teenagers. Conri sniffed the
air and Sarai stood stock still. He glanced down at her and a small smiled
played at his lips, “To be continued.” He whispered. He leaned down and placed
a chaste kiss on her forehead and was ten paces away before Sarai opened her
eyes.
The moment he was out of the library Sarai let out a
heavy breath. She plopped back in her chair and eyed her book. Suddenly reading
about adventure didn’t hold quite the luster. She double checked the dog-eared
the page and tucked the book under her arm. Maybe she would ask Lilly for an impromptu
training session.
CHAPTER TWELVE
STELLA
Stella had no idea how Sarai had not heard her come
in. She said hi to her friend but Sarai hadn’t responded. So instead of
interrupting Sarai from her fantasy book world she started to browse the
shelves of the ample library. She was looking for any history one the Leopards,
if she was to become one, she would need to know their customs. Behind one of
the shelves was a gilded spiral staircase and touching the smooth golden brass
felt good under her fingers. She climbed the stairs to find it opened to the
second level of books. But if she turned to her right there was another golden
spiral staircase.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Stella climbed higher.
On the third level she glanced down at her friend. Sarai was still lost in her
novel, still oblivious to her being there, still alone. If Sarai knew half the
things that Stella knew, maybe she would be less worried about going home and
more focused on cultivating her life here. Oh the things Stella knew too.
Ever since she started what she thought was going to
be a whirlwind romance with Flynn, she unexpectedly found herself fixated in
something she could not have imagined. The intensity of everything was out of
this world. After only a few days of out of her mind encounters with Flynn,
Core had leaned over Flynn’s lap during dinner and planted a hard kiss right on
her mouth. Flynn had chuckled as he watched her carefully.
When she didn’t freak out, she hadn’t reacted at all
because she had been unsure what Flynn expected of her, Core clandestinely slipped
in little caresses and kisses; veiled to a passerby but always under the
watchful eye of Flynn. Then Flynn had invited Core into his room and everything
Stella thought she had known- was blown.
And then came the whispers,
the pillow talk and the full out divulging. Stella was now privy to some pack secrets.
For instance, Conri’s mate had been the only female leopard to have red hair. Actually
it hadn’t been red in the traditional sense, but more of a strawberry blonde.
At first people were nervous of what was then thought to be a birth defect. But
when she reached her first female cycle and developed her unique scent she was
more powerful than anyone could have imagined.
There had been no secrets of who had claimed her then
to be his son’s future mate. Conri and
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