Witch Hazel Chapter 6.3 (nsfw)

Chapter six 

Part Three

“What are you walking around looking so sexy for?” Dhimant growled as he walked into the bedroom. He’d started to lose control about halfway up the stairs, thinking about her naked and writhing beneath him. It showed, as he’d begun to change into his more feral shape.

Hara looked back at her husband and said, “Not for you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Go find one of your hussies to slake your lust.”

Dhimant let out a low pitched growl as he stalked near her, slipping his hands down her hips and pulling her close to him. “I think you’re no comparison to any other woman I’ve ever met.” He teased her nipple, smirking to himself as she moaned slightly. She might be mad at him but she couldn’t stay away from him either.

“If I was no comparison you wouldn’t need the other women,” she hit him in the thigh and he growled, grinding against her ass. His grip was almost bruising.

“Don’t question my needs,” he said. “Only I know those.”

Witch Hazel chapter 6.2

Chapter Six

Part Two

“Of course,” she said. “If you think of anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Dhimant, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you my dear,” he said as she turned to leave. “Please close the library door behind you.”

Hara nodded in acquiescence and left them to their tea. Dhimant did not begin speaking again until after he heard the library door click shut.

Witch Hazel Chapter 6.1

Chapter Six

Part One

Leonardo walked up the sidewalk in the chilly autumn evening. The sun had already set but it was still relatively early in the evening. Looking up at the large house in front of him, he pondered if he’d be received better if he came back tomorrow. He’d worked later than he’d anticipated but he still wanted to talk to the wealthy politician who lived here. Need to; he needed to talk to him. The questions that were weighing heavy on his mind were keeping him awake at night, causing him to look over his shoulder when he walked down the street.

Since the accident while they were moving, he had felt something off. It was there just out of the corner of his eye, lurking and waiting to pounce. He saw it in the way his packmates looked at him. He felt it in the undercurrents of every room he went into. Was he losing his mind, finally succumbing to the Colmillo curse? Was he simply cracking under pressure?

Leonardo wanted to get his life in order again and this was the first step. He refused to fall prey to the Colmillo curse. He was not going to let himself go mad. Gritting his teeth, he squared his shoulders and set his jaw, making the decision. Whether Dhimant Valome would welcome this conversation or not, it was a necessary inconvenience. Onward, then.