Chapter 7 Gideon
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Gideon
Iwas a moment—one touch—away from snapping. My restraint only goes so far when a beautiful woman is placed before me, begging for my cock. If her hand had made contact with my length, I wouldn’t have been able to retreat. I would’ve been sucked into those green eyes for eternity.
When I left, my wolf was raging inside, wanting me to claim her.
Moving through the unfamiliar halls of the Silver Sands kingdom, I itch to find somewhere to shift. The need to pillage pliable flesh is my current obsession, but not just any pliable flesh—her flesh. Her soft, creamy skin.
Seeing her naked body, the way she writhed under Rivern was a hot poker to my soul, igniting me to dangerous fantasies. Fantasies that can never become reality, knowing Dove is bonded to both Rivern and Fury.
Wolves mate for life.
We do not share.
The image of the songbird is now permanently etched into my brain, and there is no going back. I will forever be destined to want someone I can never have.
I ignore the bodies gyrating around me as my legs take me towards the vast open expanse of the sands, a large dragon circling in the distance.
No doubt Saff is restless to get back to her egg.
I don’t blame her. After centuries, she was finally reunited with her young, only to be told she would have to leave them again.
Her anger towards Fury and me was palpable when we discussed our plan on the island.
She trusts no one after the God wars, including the God who created her.
Shifting hasn’t always been a privilege I was afforded. I’m not even sure I would call it a privilege. We were wolves first, my brothers and I. Until Orion decided to make us into something else entirely.
The humans would only ever trust us if we were in a form they understood, so we were given the ability to shift skins.
My booted feet find the expanse of open, sandy tundra.
It’s no forest, but it will do. Shrugging my clothes off, I pile them neatly beside a stone archway.
With the heat from my wolf burning through my human body, the strange, green drug no longer has a hold on my system.
I suspect the silvers inside the city will be going all night, leaving me plenty of rhythm to go for a run.
Plus, the songbird has Rivern to look after her.
And I can’t forget about the omnipresent God in her head.
She doesn’t need me breathing down her neck as well.
My body knows what to do as it starts to shift, growing bigger in every way.
Fur replaces my skin, a wet snout forms from my nose, claws grace my hands and feet.
Falling forward, I shake out the tail that springs from my tailbone, my body shivering.
My senses sharpen inextricably, the only smell of any consequence finding my lips—springtime honey.
A rumble makes its way up my throat, and I burst forward through the sand. I will not think about Dove or the way her perfect breasts heaved in ecstasy as her bonded brought her to climax. Or how her eyes burnt with fire when she saw Moyrie trying to proposition me.
I will run.
Run the songbird out of my mind. She will be nothing but a name on the wind henceforth. A job. Once completed, I will give her back to the other males who are vying for her attention.
Back to the God who can protect her people the way they need.
Back to the fae prince who is more suited to the songbird than I will ever be.
I’m too jaded, too beastly, too untamed to be enough for her.