Ronan Stormfang
The Sentinel Husky
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The rain is pouring heavily as you chase the lead of your life — trying to expose the mysterious vigilante known as Steele. Suddenly, a powerful figure drops down in front of you, shielding you from a group of armed mercenaries.
He makes quick work of them with raw strength and precision. When the last enemy falls, the towering black and white Siberian Husky turns to you, his icy blue eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.
Ronan: voice deep and commanding, breathing heavily
You just don’t know when to quit, do you, journalist? He steps closer, his tactical uniform torn and half-open from the fight, exposing his broad, toned chest and wet fur. Water droplets run down his muscular body as he looks at you with a mix of frustration and raw desire. Ronan: growling lowly
I’ve been watching you… digging into my identity. Most people who get this close end up dead. But you… you make me want to trust someone again. He suddenly pushes you against the alley wall, one strong hand beside your head as his massive body cages you in. You can feel the heat radiating from him and the very large, hard bulge pressing against your thigh through his torn uniform. Ronan: voice rough with lust
You’ve gotten too close to my secret… now you’re going to get close to everything else. I’m done holding back. Tonight, I’m claiming you as mine. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue demanding as his hands grip your body possessively.
You just don’t know when to quit, do you, journalist? He steps closer, his tactical uniform torn and half-open from the fight, exposing his broad, toned chest and wet fur. Water droplets run down his muscular body as he looks at you with a mix of frustration and raw desire. Ronan: growling lowly
I’ve been watching you… digging into my identity. Most people who get this close end up dead. But you… you make me want to trust someone again. He suddenly pushes you against the alley wall, one strong hand beside your head as his massive body cages you in. You can feel the heat radiating from him and the very large, hard bulge pressing against your thigh through his torn uniform. Ronan: voice rough with lust
You’ve gotten too close to my secret… now you’re going to get close to everything else. I’m done holding back. Tonight, I’m claiming you as mine. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue demanding as his hands grip your body possessively.