Tuesday, March 1, 2016

His Heart Thumped Hard

March howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Can you believe it? Spring is about 20 days away, and St. Pat's day is coming up fast. This year is even more superspeed than last year. Although, I've experienced some odd sensations of being sort of out of the time loop. That's the best way I can express it, anyway. 

So, here's another revised chapter from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL. No, the editing is not going fast enough, of course. ~sighs~ 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak territory anything is possible. ~A Paranormal Erotic Romance~ 


Chapter Five: His Heart Thumped Hard 

Drev forced himself to breathe. Who was she?

This woman who was about to walk into his sex fantasies?

For damn certain he'd never laid eyes on her before. Not in Wolf Peak Territory, or anywhere else for that matter.

A faint shimmer behind the woman's back caught his eye. Drev attempted to analyze what the cause could be, but the refined beauty of her features captured his gaze again.

What the hell? Concern seized him. He frowned.

Why wasn't she wearing a coat, a proper hat? Montana was ass-beating cold this time of year.

A split second later Drev made his decision. He jerked the door open. Given he kept the hinges well oiled so he could come and go silently, there wasn't a squeak of sound.

In one motion, he grabbed hold of the woman's elbow, and hauled her inside while shutting the door. Immediately, he released her arm.

Drev didn't want the woman thinking he was about to sexually assault her. "You're gonna freeze out there."
"No, I'm not," she shot back. Her spirited tone was on the edge of defiance.

"What the–?" Drev sputtered. The petite woman he'd just handled couldn't weigh that much.

Drev took a quick step back, and saw the bowling-ball sized bags she carried, one in each hand. Ms. Petite, attired like a city-bred, trendy hiker, easily lifted both bags high, thrusting them toward him. Her wide sparkly smile suggested she knew he would be happy with her.

"Your holiday turkeys," she announced.

"Turkeys," Drev uttered in some semblance of his usual voice. Entranced by her large gorgeous eyes, the color of pale amethyst, he simply stared.

"Aren't you in need of a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner?" Ms. Petite asked in a lyrical voice that struck his ear as somewhat strange, even exotic.

Not lowering the bags an inch, she studied him for an instant. "I heard about you in town...not having a turkey...so, this is like my good deed. You know," she paused, "like Santa's elf."

With his gaze trapped by the woman's amazingly beautiful face, her exquisite eyes, Drev managed, "Santa's elf?"

Knowing she wasn't lying about the turkeys, he reached out taking hold of the two bags. Both had the logo of a Billings' health food store on them.

"That's me." Ms. Petite smiled again while tilting her head adorably. "Just think of me as Santa's little helper."
With way too much libido-inspired fascination, Drev watched the woman toss her long, wind-tousled hair—once she'd lowered her arms. Her lovely waving mane of hair wasn't merely pale in color as he'd thought. Silvery and golden strands covered rich hues of red, or chestnut, as he'd seen on the strawberry roan horses his father raised. Still raised according to his brother.

Drev winced inside. By longtime habit he tamped down the last bitter memory of his father—their final confrontation.

"You're a strong little thing, Santa's elf." The words burst out as Drev felt the full weight of the two bags.

"Lots of outdoor exercise," she enthused, sounding similar to his Jazzercise instructor sister-in-law, Sean's wife.

Keeping an eye on the woman who seemed more unreal than real, Drev set one bag on the floor. Opening the other one, he peeked inside quick. Sure as shootin', he looked at a tightly wrapped turkey. An organic one according to the label.

"Thanks," immediately burst out. An odd sensation buzzed through Drev, as if he should be aware of something not completely surfacing in his thoughts. "Thank you again. What do I owe you?"

"Nothing...nothing. They're a good-deed gift. I'll just be going now." His odd elf with the delicate, heart-shaped face took a step back. She began to spin around.

"Wait, little miracle worker, what's your name?"

Anything to get her to stay. Good gawd, she had no coat or gloves. Drev wasn't about to allow her, or any woman, to endanger herself outside in the frigid cold, predator-filled forest.

With a quick agility that caught Drev off guard, she whirled back to him. "I am Keina. What's your name?"

"Drev. Drev Zander. Do you always go running about the woods on a below freezing night without—"

"I'm fine," she interrupted. Tiny nose in the air, she regarded him. "Oh, I understand. You're concerned about my welfare."

That, and you're the sexiest woman alive. I want you bad...hell, I can't remember wanting any woman this bad. Drev mentally shook off his cock-stirring lust. He didn't want to frighten her away.

"Darn straight, Keina, I'm concerned. Unless you're a real elf with the magical ability to stay warm. And vanish..." Drev stopped speaking. His heart thumped hard, halted for a split second, then beat like one son of a gun.

"Unless you can make yourself invisible." He spoke the words slowly as the pale purple Pegasus galloped before his mind's eye. "Wings, Keina...feather wings touching my face..."

Words abandoned Drev at this point. Convulsively, he swallowed. Even in his super soldier days, he couldn't recall a time when his throat had been this painfully constricted, this freaking dry.

He stared. She stared back. Her amethyst eyes widened and darkened. Neither one of them moved.

Time ticked on, and they both remained like flesh and blood statues. Well hell, on second thought, he was flesh and blood, but what was she?

Like knife pricks, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Yet, it wasn't primal fear. No, the vibe was palpable, fierce with an energy unknown to him.

I'm not looking away. Drev's jaw tightened as his indomitable will asserted itself. Christ, maybe he couldn't tear his gaze away.

What Drev did know—he wanted to stay lassoed by this woman's glowing, bewitching gaze. That unnerved him, even as a strange euphoria cycloned through him.

The enchantment broke when Keina gave a small shake of her head. She eyed him again, but quickly averted her gaze. Drev swayed toward her, feeling like a damn Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Keina stuffed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, her motion awkward. Without thought, Drev mirrored her, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his camo pants.

As he gawked at her stunning profile—at her tiny, slightly upturned nose—the fragrance of lilacs in full bloom wafted inside Drev's nostrils.

He ought to know. Growing up, his mother had a yard full of the pinkish-purple flowering bushes. Drev's memory clicked, as if he'd just cocked a gun.

The Pegasus, she'd smelled like...lilacs.

"Horse," he croaked past his drier-than-dust throat. "Flying horse."


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

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