Re: Auction Room: Hayley Marshall & Eric Northman
Her eyes had widened slightly when she felt his firm grip on her arm, but soon they were back to normal. She took each step faster than her normal stride as he pulled her toward the holding rooms. She knew in that moment that she would be sneaking out and if she wasn't able to sneak out from the auction house, then she would try to from his home. She knew that if she were to be caught then it would mean getting punished, but she figured that she would try with everything she had to not get caught.
She glared at him when she heard him call her little wolf, her jaw tightened slightly as she spoke. "Don't call me little wolf." It's not that she had an issue with being called it, it was the fact that it was his voice saying it and not the voice that she was used to hearing it come from. She looked away from him as her ears listened to his words, her eyes rolling as her mind made comments to what he was saying. She was wanting to say something, but she wasn't sure if it would help with getting her out of there any quicker. Plus she knew that if she were to then she would need to pick the right moment or wait until he was finished.
She had stopped when he did, her eyes glancing at him before she pulled her arm from his grip. Her body turning to face him as she spoke. "I may be your slave, but that doesn't mean that I can't bitch about things. Oh and look I opened my mouth again, oops." She stared at him for a few moments before she turned and headed into the holding room that she would be waiting in, her mind wondering just how long she would be waiting in it.