Duck Lake [m] watch the fall

A single step. That knavish tilt of his chin. The flash of white-hot gold.

No suitor thus far had seen fit to tease her. The mere idea challenged her, stirred up her oppositional defiance. She knew she was the prize; the gift of life incarnate. She deserved nothing less than unabashed subservience…

But did her assumed superiority mean that he was not also worth pursuing?

He would not bend easily, which made the dreamshadow valuable to her. Priceless, even. Less of a pawn on her chessboard and more like a cleverly maneuvering knight.

How was a greedy wolf such as herself to resist?

River felt herself clenching. As if she could simply will the genie of attraction back into its lamp. But she had no such power. Her heat called him to her as much as it called her to him. She languished under his stare, her insides coiled in a delicious squirm. Not even a little, she smirked. But it’s probably for the best. Inhibitions were dangerously low and this was not a rehearsal dance. I’d have no choice but to take advantage if you come any closer.

Her silver eyes glittered impishly.