Anyway, without further ado, here is Teaser #2:
(BTW, if you missed Teaser #1, this is a continuation from where it left off, so go here: Teaser One so you won't be lost!)
WONDERLAND CHAPTER 10
TEASER #2
“I’m going,” Tempest repeated firmly, fire returning to her green eyes, fire that sent the smoldering coals of Thatcher’s need to almost volcanic proportions. Tempest could do him in without having to even try, but damn it if Thatcher was going to make it that easy.
“On one condition,” Thatcher said carefully, not allowing the playfulness of his suggestion to seep through his words. He was all iron and force, the qualities of a leader. Tempest responded accordingly, submitting slightly to his aggressive stance and firm tone.
“The condition?” she asked him quietly.
“You ride with me. At the first sign of numbness, you tell me so we can stop. Only fools suffer in silence.”
“Rather be the squeaky wheel than the broken one,” Kynan barked up with a hoarse laugh, clapping Tempest rather hard on the back. She took the blow with a smile, her eyes a little tight with pain.
“I guess that’ll be okay,” Tempest said carefully, her eyes avoiding Thatcher’s as Kynan sauntered off to check the status of the search party, barking orders as he went.
Thatcher wasn’t a fool. He knew Tempest was frightened, and it wasn’t because of the weather.
It had everything to do with being near him, touching him, having his skin so close to hers. She wanted nothing to do with his close familiarity, even though just days ago she had lamented his coldness towards her.
Tempest could make excuses, Thatcher thought to himself as he finished pulling on his own furs and wraps. But Thatcher knew his closeness frightened her.
Because she loved him.
Because she wasn’t supposed to love him.
Thatcher cleared his head with one soft shake and pulled the skullcap down over his ears before bringing the fur lined hood of his parka up over it, tugging the strands in the hood tight. Tempest was observing a heat rock Tavish held when Thatcher approached. He felt his chest tighten at how easily she accepted the Luna male’s awkward fuzzy paws against her borrowed furs, chuckling as the Luna spoke. Thatcher’s eyes bore holes into the Luna’s face when the lanky teenager thought to tickle her as he tucked the rock in between two layers of bear skin.
Thatcher took a final step forward, his chest almost brushing the male’s shoulders at the close proximity. He cleared his throat and watched with grim satisfaction as the young Luna fumbled for an excuse, a blush of embarrassment and fear crossing his face as he stammered out words to appease him.
Thatcher jerked his chin, gesturing for Tavish to move away. Tavish did hurriedly, almost tripping over his large pawed feet as he did so.
Thatcher took over where Tavish had left off, nimbly redoing the bindings of the furs, even though Tavish had done a perfectly good job to begin with. Tempest’s breath caught with each tug of the laces, her slight body jerking forward a bit when Thatcher tugged and pulled. On the final lace, he pulled her close, allowing her to feel the heat from his body – his lower body – before looking her in the eyes.
Tempest’s face was flushed hot pink, her green eyes dilated slightly. Her full lips were parted just a hair’s width, her breathing a few touches heavier than usual. Thatcher’s beast rumbled in approval.
“Warm enough?” he asked her quietly. Tempest nodded and blinked rapidly, trying to focus her thoughts. Thatcher fought a smile as he wrapped his fingers around her belt and felt her stomach hollow instantly. When he did smile, her pulse ratcheted up a few notches.
“You’ll tell me when that changes?” Thatcher pressed, his voice dropping a few levels as he took a step closer. In response her heart beat even faster and the greens of her irises darkened to a deep hunter green. A musky scent cloyed with her natural one, telling Thatcher exactly what he needed to know.
“Uh huh,” Tempest murmured, her eyes widening when his fingers slid around her belt to her back. Thatcher did up the ties at her back, making sure she felt the heat of his gaze. When Tempest was finally suited up, Thatcher helped her into her gloves and skullcap, his fingers brushing over the pulse points of her body as he tested her reaction to him. He was never disappointed.
*Remember, I have yet to edit these chapters, so any typos or errors you see will be fixed. Leave me a note if you see any! Thanks!*
-Lily
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