Aela tried to gather her frantic thoughts as she left Jarvaskar and headed for the underforge. She had lost herself, immersed in the most erotic kiss she could remember. That kiss left her feeling bombarded by unrepentant urges and hot desires. She was troubled, her wolf spirit had somehow gained control, urging her to acknowledge and mate with Reljir.
If he hadn’t broken the kiss, most likely she would have tried to bed him. Her beast spirit had no inhibitions. It would have happened right there for all to see. Even now, she felt an almost irresistible desire to return and finish what she had started. Her lips still felt the taste of his, she could still feel his body heat, and smell his scent.
It was like she was in another realm, an illogical place where passion ruled. Meanwhile, she was keeping her beast contained by sheer will. It was demanding release, to hunt, frolic and yes mate. Aela was badly shaken. She had never before lost control of her wolf spirit.
That she had liked it, made it even worse. She had experienced all the heightened senses of the beast, while maintaining the mental clarity of her human form. It had been heady stuff indeed. Then her beast had tried to shift heedless of its surroundings.
Just outside the underforge, she vaguely heard Skjor calling her name. She realized she would have to present herself to the alpha, and probably the circle for judgment. She was an experienced werewolf, and any lost of control was unacceptable. The lycanthropes would be aware she almost changed in a room full of people. She just couldn’t accept what had just happened. Was she turning feral?.
She wished Skjor would allow her time to compose herself. She was using all of her energy to keep from shifting. With a great effort she managed to focus on him. He was watching her intently and seemed to realize reason had returned to her eyes.
He breathed deeply, “Aela are you ok?”. He searched her face “You don‘t realize what‘s happening do you?”. He made it sound like an accusation. He seemed to come to a decision and opened the underforge “come Aela we hunt“ was all he said.
Reljir and The Huntress 7a/?
If he hadn’t broken the kiss, most likely she would have tried to bed him. Her beast spirit had no inhibitions. It would have happened right there for all to see. Even now, she felt an almost irresistible desire to return and finish what she had started. Her lips still felt the taste of his, she could still feel his body heat, and smell his scent.
It was like she was in another realm, an illogical place where passion ruled. Meanwhile, she was keeping her beast contained by sheer will. It was demanding release, to hunt, frolic and yes mate. Aela was badly shaken. She had never before lost control of her wolf spirit.
That she had liked it, made it even worse. She had experienced all the heightened senses of the beast, while maintaining the mental clarity of her human form. It had been heady stuff indeed. Then her beast had tried to shift heedless of its surroundings.
Just outside the underforge, she vaguely heard Skjor calling her name. She realized she would have to present herself to the alpha, and probably the circle for judgment. She was an experienced werewolf, and any lost of control was unacceptable. The lycanthropes would be aware she almost changed in a room full of people. She just couldn’t accept what had just happened. Was she turning feral?.
She wished Skjor would allow her time to compose herself. She was using all of her energy to keep from shifting. With a great effort she managed to focus on him. He was watching her intently and seemed to realize reason had returned to her eyes.
He breathed deeply, “Aela are you ok?”. He searched her face “You don‘t realize what‘s happening do you?”. He made it sound like an accusation. He seemed to come to a decision and opened the underforge “come Aela we hunt“ was all he said.