Summary: A collection o f Shalimar and Brennan one shot scenes.
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
Rating: Varies…
STOLENMOMENT:
Shalimar Fox stalked her prey through the night; street after street she followed keeping her distance. Brennan Mulwray was her prey. She was hungry for him, eager to satisfy her hunger with his lips against hers, wanted to sustain her fire with the caress of his hands on her body. It was that hunger that drove her to follow him. Shalimar was a feral, territorial, sensual, and curious as hell.
Brennan had been sneaking off in the early morning hours when he thought everyone in Sanctuary was sleeping, when he thought she was sleeping. This time she had followed him. For two hours he walked while she stalked him. Shalimar was getting restless with this hunt. She wanted to know where they were going. Only, she wasn't going to give away that she was following him. So Shal would have to wait and follow.
He sensed her, knew she was following him. Brennan always knew when Shalimar was close to him. He wanted to stop, to let her catch him. But Brennan needed for her to follow him; wanted her to hunt him. Ducking down a side street he waited until he could scent her. He was no feral but Shalimar had a unique scent and one that drove him mad with hunger, with wicked desires that tormented him with fantasies. Shalimar was his addiction.
A whisper of a breeze carried her scent to him. She was close. Just a few more seconds and he could reach out and touch her. Brennan peeked around the corner, saw the golden glow of her hair, and moved up behind her. He wasn't a fool; she knew he was coming, but she let him sneak up on her. Slipping his arms around her, Brennan buried his nose in her hair and drew in her sweet, intoxicating scent that drove him to insanity.
Shalimar's body instantly warmed with the feeling of Brennan's strong arms around her. He fit to her body like he was made for her and her alone. Just having him close, being able to track his scent kept her inner beast calm. Brennan had a way of soothing her soul that no other had possessed. Turning, she slipped her arms up his chest and over his shoulder. "Why have you been sneaking off at night?" She asked.
"Just wanting to see if you'd hunt me." Brennan smirked putting his lips close to hers. Shalimar was the one woman he wanted hunting him. She made his life worth while, made him a better man.
"I'll always hunt you." Shal assured. He was hers; her mate, her heart, and her love. The feral side of her DNA screamed to make him her mate, make him apart of her life. Brennan never left her, never tried to make her something she wasn't. He accepted her as the Feral she was. His hunger called to her, made her desire burn brighter.
Brennan slipped his hands down her waist, over her hips, grasping the back of her thighs so he could pick her up. She locked her legs around his waist asking what she wanted; his lips. Her lips had been on his mind all day. Now was time to sate his desire, his hunger for her. For just this moment they were alone. Brennan pinned her against the wall of the ally. The powerful beat of her heart thundered against his chest. Brennan kissed her as fiercely as she kissed him; he rank down her moans of pleasure.