I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Think and ye shall receive apparently. Not usually how the damned thing works, but he can’t fucking complain. I mean, he could. He probably will. But he shouldn’t. He’s just an ass like that.
He’s been staring off into the distance for gods know how long when a sound distracts him. He’s not particularly surprised he’s been noticed. It’s not like he’s got a small fucking presence. Nah, he’s all fucking man with a just a bit of the beast. His frame is large and noticeable, lean and well defined with muscle. His features are sharply delineated and distinctly masculine, not something most can ignore, no matter who the hell they are.
And when that someone happens to be a pretty little mare? All the better.
His dark gaze settles on her as she slinks from the forest, her movements almost feline, invitingly seductive. He doesn’t shift from his position, instead letting her come to him. How fucking convenient? It’s not often his wishes get answered so damned easily. Must have some twisted guardian angel watching over him. Well, guardian devil more like. But hell, he’s not picky.
His features grow darkly wicked as she finally speaks. Course it suits him. He’s basically got two fucking moods. Irritable or hungry. Two guesses as to which he’s feeling now. “And you look fucking edible,” he growls, his voice low, with just a tinge of ire.
And she does. Like a goddamned piece of pink candy. And by the looks of it, a bit of sweetness that very much wanted to be eaten. And the hell if he wouldn’t oblige. A woman who like to play with fire sure as shit wouldn’t be surprised if she got burned. Just how he likes ‘em.
A faint smirk touches his lips when she recinds her initial question. He’s a goddamned open book apparently. But fuck if she isn’t right. That was definitely not what he wanted. Straightening from his casual lean against the tree, he shifts closer to her, his large frame crowding, intimidating. “Yeah?” he challenges, drawing her out. Seeking a confession. One word and he’d fucking show her exactly what he’s made of. “And what is it you think I want?”
