*Hearing the sound of cursing, as well as banging, his lips twisted into a frown. The cursing was definitely his woman, an irate one at that. The banging? Who the hell knew. Trying to ignore it so he didn't interrupt, another round of cursing made him sit his beer on the end table. Going to stand, he grabbed it again. Might end up needing it for strength, better to keep it at hand. Leaning against the door frame to the opened french doors that overlooked the deck, his lips twitched.* Little bit? Ah... what exactly are you attempting to do?
*Far as he could see, she'd taken personal offense to a tree that had grown into the pathway that led to the bayous that ringed the outer edge of the Den's property. Noticing the camera tucked safely against a stump before the path started, he smiled widely. He didn't even need the mumbled answer. She'd framed up a perfect photo of the foliage or a bird or whatever the hell had caught her attention out here this time, and the only thing marring the shot she wanted was the damn tree that twisted over where she wanted to shoot.*
You know, I'd offer to come take care of that for you, but you seem to be taking out some anger on it and I'd rather not step into the line of fire between you and an ax. *He knew damn well she'd never hurt him, but the way her face screwed up in irritation made it worth tormenting her for a bit longer* You know, if you tilt that a few more degrees, bit, you could get more leverage.
*Taking a sip of the chilled beer, he raised a brow as she shot a narrow eyed look his way. Licking his lips, he sat the bottle down on the railing, arms crossed over his chest as he continued to simply watch her struggle. He couldn't pretend to ignore the bulge rising beneath the jeans he wore, nor the scent of bonded male that began to thicken the air around him. The more irritated she got, he harder he became* Illy.
*His breathing hitched as she paused, slowly turning towards him like a deer in headlights. Her pupils dilated enough for him to actually notice the change before she dropped the ax and took off, darting between the ferns to head deeper into the wilderness. Laughing, he rocked back on his heels, bracing himself. He'd give her a head start...10 ...no 5...hell, 3 minutes. As his hunger for his mate rose, he growled. How long had it been? Minutes? Seconds? Fuck if he knew. Clearing the steps in one leap, he didn't even give a damn that he was barefoot and shirtless*
Little bit.... when I find you, you better be naked. *Hearing a disgusted snort from the general direction of the Den, he flipped the male off without bothering to stop to see which Ryann it was as he ducked under the spread branches Illy had been wrestling with. *Sniffing the air, he grinned* God damn, you smell so fucking sweet. *Heading further, his heart pounded. The race was on. Winner or loser, life had never been so fucking good.*
You know, I'd offer to come take care of that for you, but you seem to be taking out some anger on it and I'd rather not step into the line of fire between you and an ax. *He knew damn well she'd never hurt him, but the way her face screwed up in irritation made it worth tormenting her for a bit longer* You know, if you tilt that a few more degrees, bit, you could get more leverage.
*Taking a sip of the chilled beer, he raised a brow as she shot a narrow eyed look his way. Licking his lips, he sat the bottle down on the railing, arms crossed over his chest as he continued to simply watch her struggle. He couldn't pretend to ignore the bulge rising beneath the jeans he wore, nor the scent of bonded male that began to thicken the air around him. The more irritated she got, he harder he became* Illy.
*His breathing hitched as she paused, slowly turning towards him like a deer in headlights. Her pupils dilated enough for him to actually notice the change before she dropped the ax and took off, darting between the ferns to head deeper into the wilderness. Laughing, he rocked back on his heels, bracing himself. He'd give her a head start...10 ...no 5...hell, 3 minutes. As his hunger for his mate rose, he growled. How long had it been? Minutes? Seconds? Fuck if he knew. Clearing the steps in one leap, he didn't even give a damn that he was barefoot and shirtless*
Little bit.... when I find you, you better be naked. *Hearing a disgusted snort from the general direction of the Den, he flipped the male off without bothering to stop to see which Ryann it was as he ducked under the spread branches Illy had been wrestling with. *Sniffing the air, he grinned* God damn, you smell so fucking sweet. *Heading further, his heart pounded. The race was on. Winner or loser, life had never been so fucking good.*