This is just a sample text of my writing. Heat in female wolves usually makes them horny, and in this case, she's the horny one.
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The serenade of the black wintry sky is filled with a choir of stars that sing patterns across the dark, each musical note wavering in the air and seeping into the warlord's room.
The silence is broken by such song, along with the restless shifting of covers as River lies beside him in unsettled slumber.
Something slips through her blood and she turns, unconsciously slinging her leg around Hadrius' waist, but the brushing of sweltering skin is enough to shed hairs of sleep from her mind. Peeling one hesitant eye open, she peers briefly around the room through a hooded lid, then slumps back onto the pillow beneath her.
There, she finds herself torn between the carousel of ideas that fill her awakened mind and the whispers of sleep that still call back to her.
River sighs against her arm. An itch dances along her nose but she brushes it away, following the movement of her hand to the slumbering behemoth beside her.
The twisted bedsheets do little to conceal the magnificence of the man stolen by the night, dark lashes framing marble-cut cheekbones and lips parted, reddened and wet even in his sleep.
Almost gracefully, the curve of his bicep and forearm beneath his crown of hair melts into a hardened torso that River is all too familiar with; each golden plane, each firm ridge narrows from broad shoulders into a waist that is smothered by silken sheets.
Mild displeasure soaks the human at the fact but she soon finds herself enraptured by Hadrius' complexion once again. A spell thumbs over her emotions.
The slope of his sharpened nose.
The masculine curve of his jaw.
Midnight hair woven with strands of gold that only catch in the sunlight.
Intently, River's gaze cruises from feature to feature, eyes narrowing to slits in search of some flaw or frailty that may befall the man, but she finds none.
She sighs softly, another warm breath billowing onto her arm as she scrutinises him, searching painfully for an answer as to when he had first begun to look so... beautiful. The girl almost grimaces at the word, lips threatening to contort in distaste but finds that they cannot.
Because that is what Hadrius is.
Beautiful.
The knowledge of seeing him so wholly and vulnerable feels almost ethereal and foreign. Her fingertips lightly brush the masculine curve of his shoulder, tracing a faded white scar that looks jagged, almost painful. She follows the haggard path towards his neck where thin lines begin their descent down his back.
The whippings he took for her had occurred less than a year ago, yet the memories still paint themselves vivid beneath her dark lids.
Hadrius on his knees, defiance burning bright in his demeanor before Novus. There had been no shame or regret in his countenance; and many a times, River had feared he would turn one day and look at her in the same demeanour - with regret.
He had not.
Beneath the relentless rain of blows, the warlord remained unyielding to the pain that travelled down his powerful body in rivers of red, and steadfast in his resolve in opposing the Alpha's volition; Hadrius was stone, she realises, weathered and yet unbending to the forces of nature around him.
He had sacrificed his pack, his loyalty, and all that he had grown accustomed to. For her.
Such sacrifices, River was not accustomed to. The realization that someone could and would give for her while not expecting anything in return casts a summer warmth over her chest, spreading low like a fog that slowly eases up her throat.
"Why is it that you growl at this ungodly hour, pup?" The warlord's voice is thick with slumber, and she blinks as her attention lifts to him.
River realizes then that she had been purring whilst watching him, lost in the emotional sentiment that casts fingers of flames across her cheeks. Her hand slides across his chest, tracing battle scars.
"I wasn't growling," she utters and his chest deflates with a heavy sigh.
With his eyes still shut, Hadrius turns to her. She studies his brows, rubbing them back and forth with one finger, then trails lower to his nose, feeling the steel bone beneath, further down to his petalled lips which she rubs. Applying subtle pressure, she slips her thumb into the warm cavern of his mouth.
River's purring increases in volume as she feels his scythe teeth, deeper still until her thumb brushes his soft tongue.
The warlord bites down on her thumb with firm pressure, stilling her intrusive actions. His hooded eyes open just slightly to regard her cynically. "Yes?"
She watches him openly. "I love you."
Hadrius studies his mate for a drawn moment, then releases her thumb with an exhausted sigh. His eyes droop shut whilst he says, "I love you too, now sleep."
River places a palm on his cheek, tentatively stroking his cut cheekbones. "I love you," she murmurs once more, trailing her fingertips along his Spartan jawline.
His eyes shift restlessly beneath dawn eyelids. "I know you do."
River touches his throat, feeling the tidal rise and fall of his Adam's apple. "I love you."
"Stop that," he chastises vaguely and she does, if only for a deceiving moment. Her palm has a mind of its own, however, and rubs his chest, tweaking a pierced nipple, feeling the cool metallic bar brush her fingertips.
"I really love you, Hadrius," she confesses, gazing up at him imploringly. The affectionate stroking continues, skimming indulgently over his torso, rising to appreciate the fine marble-cut structure of his face: neither sloppy, nor awry. Perfect.
"I love you so much," she admits, slipping her palm beneath his arm and onto his back, wistfully following the silken curve of his spine lower and lower until reaching his firm behind. She cups one cheek and gives it an adoring squeeze. "I love y—"
The Warlord's eyes snap open, his movements a swift blur that she cannot keep up with— his large palm captures both her wrists and pins them to her chest. His body follows suit, rolling on top of her, imprinting her lithe figure into the mattress.
Air vacates her lungs at the sudden unbearable weight of him, but River can only think that she is breathless in love.
