It’s flash fiction Friday. So what does that mean? You’ve been FLASHED! Let me know what you think!
It’s unwise to anger a werewolf before mealtime, especially when you could be considered food. I was gonna do it anyway.
Now, my only chance of survival meant keeping my fear hidden, even from myself. Why? One look at that perfectly formed nose told me that Adrian could sniff every emotion seeping from my pores.
With full awareness of the silky glide of my stockings against the leather settee, I tucked my legs demurely. Adrian raised one finely arched brow in response. His perfect white teeth flashed in a carnal grin.
For a moment I wondered what those even teeth would feel like nibbling on my skin. I shook my head and forced my mind to focus on the task at hand. The blood debt.
“So, Heather, what brings you here?” Adrian oozed sensuality. His husky voice sent my heart into a desperate race. My skin flushed in embarrassment.
It was a trick. I knew their ways. Why shouldn’t I? My Mother gave her life for them.
I licked dry lips and wished for a stiff shot of courage. With a deep breath I raised my head and met his piercing green eyes. “Your clan owes mine a blood debt, Adrian.”
He closed his eyes. His sensual lips opened and a soft “Ahhh” escaped on a breath. He tapped a light staccato against the oak desktop.
The soft light of his desk lamp caught the emerald fire of his clan ring. He placed his other hand over the ring, hiding it from my vision. With a mental curse I flicked my attention back to Adrian.
“It’s natural to be drawn to the fire, Heather.”
I smiled and shook my head. “You’ve never understood me.”
His lips lifted in a half smile. “You’re right, sweetheart. So that brings me to my first question. What brings you here?” His index finger tapped the desktop.
“You knew my mother.” My breathless whisper echoed in the stillness of the room.
His eyes gleamed. He narrowed a glare at me, his lips drawn in a tight line. “I won’t tell you anything about how she died, Heather. I told you that over a decade ago.”
At my mother’s funeral. Neither one of us said it, but it was there between us. The dark ache of loneliness swelled up in my heart, threatening to tear me down again. I missed her, still, even after all these years.
I cleared my throat. “I know that.”
Adrian rose from his throne of corporate leather with the grace of a lithe athlete. How many times had I wondered what it would be like to soothe his rough edges and be the counter balance to his beast.
I couldn’t think of another. He wasn’t the clan leader, and his alpha status was a rarity. In the old days they’d have killed him. For whatever reason, they’d given him his own palace outside the pack territories. He’d carved his niche in the world and had a faithful following of his own outside the werewolf bloodlines.
He loosened his blood red tie with jerky motions. I was fascinated. Even with tears streaming down his cheeks at my Mother’s funeral, his clothing had been immaculate. I twirled the loose servant ring Mother had left me. The cold metal reminding me. If I made this choice I would be his for the rest of my life. If I didn’t, my clan would be picked off one by one. My only solace was the friendship Adrian and I shared. Things couldn’t change too much, could they?
This week’s friday flash is from a work in progress called Yellow Ribbon. It’s a collection of short stories about the return home for several members of the United States Armed forces. Only one or two of the collection are erotic so it’s not something I’m looking to publish any time soon. Remember all content on this site is © Dawn Montgomery. I hope you enjoy an excerpt from Coming Home.
