Billy is not entirely in his right mind, but he's not gone enough that he can't process that simple thought. Goodnight Robicheaux was utterly and completely incredible. The only Alpha in the entire world who would have handled this situation like this. Whereas the rest of them would have snarled and started a fight, Goodnight has left it to him. Because he knows that Billy can fight this battle. And he's going to let him.
A feeling rushes through him and it's enough to almost overpower his lust. Something warm, not like his fever, but almost as consuming. And it has him almost hoping the Alpha knocks down his door, just so he can see Goodnight face to face and thank him for it.
It's a bad idea. But he wants it, all the same.
The Alpha, however, is stopping. He looks between Goody and the door and snarls back, but it's a weaker noise. Soft and unsure. Billy helps the decision by tossing his knife about where he thinks the Alpha might be standing, letting it embed itself into the wood. There was a scream as the blade sunk into his hand where it was pressed to the door. Billy had half a second to be glad for it before there was another snarl and the man seemed to be slinking off, growling at Goodnight the whole time, damning him and his murderous mate.
Mate.
For the first time, Billy's stomach didn't turn at the sound of that word.
"Goody," he breathed, moving to pull the knife out of the door and press his nose to the new hole. "He's gone?"
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Date: 2016-11-19 11:48 pm (UTC)Billy is not entirely in his right mind, but he's not gone enough that he can't process that simple thought. Goodnight Robicheaux was utterly and completely incredible. The only Alpha in the entire world who would have handled this situation like this. Whereas the rest of them would have snarled and started a fight, Goodnight has left it to him. Because he knows that Billy can fight this battle. And he's going to let him.
A feeling rushes through him and it's enough to almost overpower his lust. Something warm, not like his fever, but almost as consuming. And it has him almost hoping the Alpha knocks down his door, just so he can see Goodnight face to face and thank him for it.
It's a bad idea. But he wants it, all the same.
The Alpha, however, is stopping. He looks between Goody and the door and snarls back, but it's a weaker noise. Soft and unsure. Billy helps the decision by tossing his knife about where he thinks the Alpha might be standing, letting it embed itself into the wood. There was a scream as the blade sunk into his hand where it was pressed to the door. Billy had half a second to be glad for it before there was another snarl and the man seemed to be slinking off, growling at Goodnight the whole time, damning him and his murderous mate.
Mate.
For the first time, Billy's stomach didn't turn at the sound of that word.
"Goody," he breathed, moving to pull the knife out of the door and press his nose to the new hole. "He's gone?"