I don’t want her running around, potentially getting herself hurt over some damn animal. When she got attacked, it nearly killed me and I’m not interested in putting her in any situation that could touch a hair on her head.
“It wasn’t my job to take care of you either when you were hurt but I did it anyway.”
My eyes narrow. “You comparing me to a wolf?” Though I’ve been called worse things. By her. If I recall it right, it went something along the lines of braindead, jerk and a psycho. Objectively speaking, being compared to a wolf is an upgrade.
Crossing her arms, she murmurs, “You’re not that different. Feral, growly and sometimes it feels like I’m going to get bit.” Uncrossing her arms, she snatches her semi dried panties down from the tree and drags them on, “Let’s go. Either you go with me or I’ll go without you.”
11
Meadow
I yelp in shock when his hand wraps around my throat and Domwhispers in my ear, “You don’t go anywhere without me. Or give orders.”
My eyes widen when his grip hardens a little before he quickly lets go and I feel his lips move down my ear, further along my throat, finding my pulse and I shiver.
“Dom,” I whisper pleadingly, “just let me do this.” I have to help out, have to go but I like Dom’s body against mine too. Like it so much that it feels like the beginning of a dependency.
Tensing as if surprised by my pleading, he lets go of me, taking a step back and I turn to look at him. His fists are clenched by his side, his eyes storming and there’s still that impatient, hungry curve to his mouth that I for some reason am desperate to satisfy.
Licking my lips, I nod when Dom jerks his head for me to follow as he walks ahead of me. I let out an annoyed cry when Persy runs along after us.
“No, don’t! Go back to the house!”
She ignores me, rushing into the forest and I panic a little, thinking she could end up being someone’s dinner and Dom and I hurry. A couple of branches rip Dom’s skin but he doesn’t seem to notice and I watch his tall and wide back, feeling very protected behind it.
Sometimes he feels like a shield to me. A very forceful, unpredictable shield and I know I’m in way over my head with Dom, know that I shouldn’t push his buttons. It feels like any second now, when I least expect it he’ll explode and I don’t know if I’ll survive. Or if I’ll ever feel like myself again.
And maybe I don’t even want to...
Running past a couple of dense trees, my heart flares in relief when I catch sight of Persy but it tenses again when I notice why she stopped. And what she’s looking at.
Dom protectively moves his arms to block me from going closer. “It’s not a wolf at least...” he mutters to himself and I add,
“A husky.” I’m kind of happy it’s not a wolf, though he is pretty similar to one with his grey fur and pretty, golden eyes.
“He could be a hybrid of some kind,” Dom continues, “or maybe he’s lived out here alone in the wild for a long time. See how feral he is?”
I nod because the dog, keeps lashing out with his jaws into the air. He’s lying down on his stomach, his paw stuck in an iron trap. I didn’t even think people used those anymore.
The husky watches us with aggressive, suspicious eyes as if daring us to come any closer and deciding to take my chances, I duck under Dom’s arm. He lets out a foul curse, but I ignore him, slowly walking over to the dog. He growls at me, snarling and he keeps lashing out like he wants to bite my head off.
And he probably does.
“Easy now,” I murmur, keeping my voice low, “I just want to help you.”
I feel Dom move behind me and I sense a slight rush of fear when I realize that if the dog as much as grazes my skin with his teeth, Dom will kill him. It despairs me but I know that even if I beg Dom to go easy on the dog, I don’t think he’ll listen and I throw a look over my shoulder, only to see Dom’s lips pulled over his teeth.
Great. I’m stuck in the middle of two animals. One human and the other one not but both are just as untamed.
“Be careful,” Dom warns and I nod, swallowing when the dog starts howling and barking like he has rabies, his eyes vicious and my heart starts hammering in my chest. This is risky and dangerous but we can’t leave him like this...
My body freezes when Persy who previously stuck to the background, suddenly prances over to the dog with her chest proudly out and gives him a lick on the nose.
“Persy no!” I yell silently, fearing the dog will go for her throat when he moves his snout but then I watch on in shock when he just sniffs her head instead. Persy gives me a look as if telling me to stop being so melodramatic and I breathe out.
“Okay...” I say to soothe myself, crouching down and I’m happy Persy’s presence has a calming effect on the husky. “Let’s do this.” Glancing at Dom I add, “Could you pull my hair away from my face?” It’ll be easier to concentrate that way.
Or so I thought because when Dom’s fingers brush my neck and pull my hair together I feel sharp, delicious tingles all over. Taking a deep breath, I glance at the dog who has stopped lunging thanks to Persy and I grab the trap on two sides.