It was the sweet scent of a woman near that stirred him, his eyes flashing open as if he hadn't been asleep at all and his body remaining completely still. He listened closely. Her fragrance held something rare in it, a taste without a name that so very few had ever possessed. The beast in him leapt into the forefront of his
mind so effortlessly, consuming his body as it always had. And his mouth watered.
Born and raised in the Amazons by his mother the Queen, he was a threat on a good day.
He'd been one of the very select few males allowed to remain there, a place of only the toughest women warriors, after earning it. He once had a tattoo that proved it before the fairies had them removed from every last hide. The proof had been more in his ability than something burned into his skin anyway. His intense training showed in the way he rose to his feet with complete silence, liquid gold eyes lighting across their likeness buried in her flesh, the way it licked around her cream markings and met the rich color of the rest of her.
It was the beast though that would meet her tonight, the creature of myth locked away in his mind where it melded with the man and became something more. He stepped forward as she called out, slipping languidly from the silky sheet of deep night shadows like a forsaken King. His eyes sat like sharpened jewels in his dark face, and the blood red of his bay skin peeked out from a strong jaw as the Siren in her sea of forest debris came to a stop.
He remained silent, his feral gaze solidly on her with the stillness of a predator. There had only been one other woman fool enough to push him when he was this way; greedy. Hungry. And dangerous. He'd taught her a lesson in what it was to tempt a beast.
This one should definitely change her course, slowly back away.
But he dearly hoped she wouldn't. He could nearly taste her already and she'd be worth it.
I've been on a long road with the devil right beside me
ainlif
rising with the morning sun; it’s a hunger that drives me