He despised her beauty. The wolf in him wanted to tear it apart, gnaw on its bones, and crush it. It was like the old Lucian fairytale about a Yuki-Onna--a beautiful woman made from the snow who enticed men into the storm and froze them to death. That’s what she’d been, before being a being of his worship. Before the child in him had stared at her and shyly looked away when it was met, because her beauty confounded him. Now, twelve years later? It angered him. How she could lead his sister to her demise so carelessly and willingly, to dare to be frozen immemorial with that same face she’d been wearing for decades.
Filthily, blasphemously, the primal man in him wanted her. To kiss her, to bed her--to do what instinct wanted. Even now, glimpses of improper flesh winked at him beneath silken robes, shape beneath that teasing him. But, Ravus knew better. Before it being a matter of consent that would need be given, she was a goddess who had killed people carelessly once before. And no amount of carnal desire would blind him to that fact.
Even if her throat was pale and pure enough to mark. And the wolf in him wanted to.
“My sister is safe, I trust? I’m afraid it was difficult to shake off my superiors this time around.”
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