Chapter 41: The Hunt
The trees whooshed by them as Yoa sprinted, holding Nova like she weighed nothing. She expected nothing less from him. He kept trying to keep to the shadows, to hide while escaping their pursuers.
Yoa’s speed did not falter. He was a master of the hunt, to hide and stalk, and run. To be the one hunted was no different, especially when those hunting them were specifically after Nova. He clutched her tighter to him, protectively.
If he and Vulcan come face to face again, he would ask what his obsession is with Nova. She was a stunning woman, exotic and wonder to look at but Vulcan was not one to be swayed by looks. The Silver Feather tribe had beauties, all vying for his attention as the Sky Matron’s son, yet Vulcan was indifferent to their advances, never sparing them more than a glance. Or so Yoa had seen the few times he’d visited their nests for a meeting with Ixana.
There had to be something else. Yoa glanced at the woman he’d almost mated, her scent mixed with his. Frustration welled in his body and he was more than eager to fight the eagles if only to release his pent up energy. But his priority was Nova right now and finding a safe space for them.
He leapt and ran through the forest, swinging with vines when needed to and flipping occasionally. Nova was in awe of his skills and the flexing of his muscles as he manoeuvred them through the forest. She’d seen it before, but would it ever get old? Absolutely not.
It was whilst admiring this wild man’s athleticism that Nova then realised they weren’t heading in the direction of his hideout. "Yoa?" She whispered, aware he could hear her over the noise of the chase.
"Can’t reveal the location," he spoke low in her ear, the brush of his lips inciting heat in her body once more. She cleared her throat and her mind from the thoughts of what almost happened at the lake.
There was no embarrassment about it even now as her thoughts were clearer and they were racing through the jungle. She wanted him then and still did now. It had been steamy and she craved him, and she didn’t care if half her body was covered in muck.
Nova couldn’t imagine Chad ever wanting to do something like that. It was too dirty, and would ruin his precious hair. With Yoa it had been so raw and primal that nothing would have stopped them from sleeping together right then and there on the lake’s shore—that was until a few damned birds decided to show up.