07-09-2019, 10:25 AM
Sierra leaned in and sniffed at Tristan. It was a wolf thing to do but he smelled only of Tristan. She couldn't smell anything that might indicate he was a Troll. But then she didn't know really what one would smell like. But where his hands trailed along her shoulder she felt more. Waking up sounded like a bad idea in that moment.
Sierra gazed up at Tristan, he was a wolf - unlike any other. Calvin had been too human. Elyse and marta too. They had lived among the humans their whole lives. Sierra hadn't and she found that kinship in Tristan. Their lives obviously different but still so much the same.
"And if I don't want to go?" Sierra asked raising her hand to his face and touching gently, letting her fingers caress the soft skin and feel the rough beard the man wore. She couldn't take her eyes of his golden orbs. It was like home. She smiled up at him. She wanted to be bold, but something held her back. But Sierra fought that feeling, the tightness in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach. She stepped to her tip toes and pressed a tentative kiss to his lips. Fear of rejection coursed through her veins, and she was certain Tristan would smell it but she did it anyway. Kissed him... she could be his. His pack. His. Right then that was all she wanted.
Sierra gazed up at Tristan, he was a wolf - unlike any other. Calvin had been too human. Elyse and marta too. They had lived among the humans their whole lives. Sierra hadn't and she found that kinship in Tristan. Their lives obviously different but still so much the same.
"And if I don't want to go?" Sierra asked raising her hand to his face and touching gently, letting her fingers caress the soft skin and feel the rough beard the man wore. She couldn't take her eyes of his golden orbs. It was like home. She smiled up at him. She wanted to be bold, but something held her back. But Sierra fought that feeling, the tightness in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach. She stepped to her tip toes and pressed a tentative kiss to his lips. Fear of rejection coursed through her veins, and she was certain Tristan would smell it but she did it anyway. Kissed him... she could be his. His pack. His. Right then that was all she wanted.