Today’s #1lineWed theme over on Twitter is **HEAVY.** You’d think in 31K words I’d have more than one reference. Nope. Just one. A heavy door banging against the wall. I should mention that this snippet continues words that are probably NSFW. The scene is pretty self-explanatory.
Growls. Chewy. Tait bolted out of bed. A scream. Lauren. Chewy. Lauren. His brain went to a dark and bloody place. Shit. He raced through the house, following the sounds. Chewy had been noticeably absent when he and Lauren arrived last night, and he hadn’t appeared when Tait took his midnight run. Damn wolfdog. And what the hell was Lauren doing up and out of bed? He’d left her asleep in the guest room. To be nice. To keep her safe. From him. But now Chewy! Who ate strangers. He should have tied her to the bed. He should have shot the damn wolfdog ages ago.
The heavy door banged against the rough-hewn logs of the house as he charged out onto the wide deck. Lauren was on the ground, Chewy straddling her body, his muzzle buried at her throat. Oh. Fuck. His wolf clawed to get out, desperate to get to Lauren, to their mate, to save her. His wolf wanted to challenge the other male, to taste his blood, no longer recognizing the fur brother who ran with him under the moon.
Tait was a heartbeat away from shifting when he recognized the sounds coming from Lauren weren’t screams of fear. Laughter? What the hell? She was shrieking in laughter.
“Stop it!” she ordered the wolfdog, breathless. “That tickles.”
Chewy licked her throat, her face, her arms. His muzzle nuzzled into her hair as her hands buried in the animal’s ruff. Tait’s wolf wanted Lauren to laugh with him, to pet him. Not the mangy half wolf. Him! And now his wolf wanted to slaughter the wolfdog for an entirely different reason. Jealous much? he chided his other half.
“Cheéte!” He barked Chewy’s Crow name.
Lauren pushed the wolfdog away and sat up. The animal immediately backed away, looking more than a little smug, and settled back on his haunches. Her mouth dropped open the moment she realized he was standing on the porch. Buck naked. Her eyes widened and her tongue took a long, languorous swipe over her top lip. His dick twitched and when those lips formed an almost perfect O, he almost went to his knees, ready to beg her to put that mouth on him.
Averting her eyes, she explained. “Sorry. I couldn’t sleep. I guess he’s…yours?” She blushed even as her eyes roamed over him from the top of his head to his bare feet and back up. Slowly. He didn’t believe it possible but his dick swelled larger and got even harder. He needed to fuck this woman. And fuck her now. His wolf was totally on board with that.
“Uhm,” she hummed softly. “Shouldn’t you…ah…maybe…get dressed? Or…something?”
Clothes. He needed some. Later. Because something sounded like a whole lot more fun than getting dressed. So yeah, he’d do that. Get dressed and stuff. Right after he claimed his mate.
Those are my weighty words for the day. I should have this puppy’s first draft done today. *crosses fingers* Then it will be time to edit. And revise. And edit some more. And proofread and send it to my betas and editor and…well, y’all know the routine. The question is, do any of you have heavy words to share?