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Oakley's silver eyes blazed with a mix of defiance and frustration as she pushed him against the wall. He didn't flinch under her touch but met her gaze with equal intensity. "I know the risks," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of resentment. "But I can't stand by and watch you in...

He watched as the second male slumped to the ground, his shoulders tight with the same wild rage that burned in his eyes when he looked back at her. His chest rose and fell, his heavy breaths the only sound until she spoke. Oakley had been braced for her ire, though held no apology in his...

His muscles tightened, strengthening the cage he held around her, but pure, scalding rage rose up into his chest like bile as the male staggered closer. That he thought he could dare even breathe so close to her, let alone touch her. He felt Glendora's grip tighten on him. Somehow he doubted she...

The grin he wore melted from his expression the moment the male's intentions were made clear. He bristled. The wolf bristled. And all he could think of was the coppery taste of blood between his teeth as he tore their throats clean out. He stared back at Ora intently as she whispered to him...

"Is that so? I'm afraid I'd need to test that theory to be quite sure.." he answered coyly. Her touch against his chest was branding, the warmth of her touch seeping through his jacket, shirt and skin. He grunted as she pulled him back in again and he braced his forearms on the wall at either...

"I mean I could.." Oakley rumbled down at her as she stood so close against him. He wasn't used to such cold, and he was both enjoying the closeness of her and trying to refrain from shivering. "Or, if you wanted to stay in this cosy little alleyway for a little while longer, I wouldn't be...

He didn't need to see her to know where she was. He could feel where she was, as though an invisible thread existed between them, tied around a rib that tugged at him each time she drew further away. All he'd have to do was follow it as he had done all the way to the Night Court. Her scent...

As she spoke his name, especially like that, Oakley clenched his jaw so tightly that his back teeth ground together. His gaze was predatory as she approached him, taking in every muscle as it shifted under the particularly tight fitting garment that she'd chosen to squeeze herself into. The...

His gaze followed her behind the screen, an invisible thread of feral instinct tugging at him to follow, but his muscles tensed with resistance and shuddered at the thoughts on his mind. He was certain the Princess knew well how tortured he was, and he was even more certain that she enjoyed such...

His gaze remained fixed upon hers as she snatched hold of his face and reprimanded him, a muscle tightening in his jaw as she studied his features. He said nothing, only breathed. The scent of her having already ensnared him, made him flood with adrenaline, but this wasn't a trap he'd dare...

"You do, yet you'll do anything but speak it." The way she stepped up to him now reemphasised what he already knew. It was everything not to claim her mouth and cut off her words, but instead he only growled back at her. "I fought beside you. You are proud, fierce and fearless. It's...

"If that was what I wanted, I'd never have said what I did. If that was what I wanted, I wouldn't have tracked you all the way here for you only to forget my name." he frowned at her.. A resource?... "What I want, Princess, is for you to leave this place with me - But I realise that allowing...

You.. He was running the risk of forgetting his own name at this rate. He fought back a growl, but his fists squeezed at his sides until his knuckles paled. His gaze drew over Uki as she left and he followed the Night Princess without a word. The room she led him into seemed to be her own, and...

Oakley could not have looked more bored if he'd tried. He was irate, and frustrated more that there were traces of Ora's scent here and there that he had been forbidden to follow. What angered him the most, however, was how fucking stupid he felt. He had never been more afraid of a female in his...

Oakley's jaw clenched a little tighter at the kelpie's answer. He couldn't deny that he'd rather enjoyed the certain edge the Princess had to her, but he couldn't help but wonder if that had been all that had drawn him to her. It'd been her scent, first. It'd ensnared him and intoxicated his...