Still waiting for Kelly to approach Puternic, the werewolf paid attention to what his vampiress wanted. It amazed him that even in his pack, Alexa was still holding the initiative of attacking the predators, something that pleased Puternic a lot. For the werewolf, it was obvious that her reference to Kelly was showing that the pack spirit was consolidating within the cold-blooded creature. Once more, he knew that taming was in the right direction and her soothing hands only made him more confident. For the first time, the bitchy Alexa was showing some tenderness. His patient was being rewarded.<br/><br/>Even so, the werewolf displayed no interest for Alexa's proposal. At least, in his surface. He knew that joint project were a good idea to show Alexa off his power. Without seeming to care about her words, Puternic took one of the roses and began to remove briar after briar. Deliberately, even though he pretended to get hurt by accident, he cut his forefinger. A small blood bubble formed there and Puternic moved his forefinger to Alexa's lips. Whether it was making her more addicted to him or whether he was rewarding her for her initiative was a matter for interpretation.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/81193/81193,1192015594,1/stock-photo-young-girl-with-beautiful-red-rose-behind-ear-looking-downward-5989444.jpg)</div><strong>"You seemed to like what Lugoj gave you"</strong>, Puternic spoke calmly as his forefinger touched her lips.<strong>"Why did you move away when I extended the protection over me?"</strong>, the werewolf questioned, genuinely curious about Alexa's intentions. His breath was calm, even though he knew her voracity could be threatening. For no other reason, Puternic was keeping the sexy redhead always well fed. After finishing ripping the briars out of the stalk, he turned to his right, contorting his muscular torso, faced her, brushed her hair away from her right ear and placed it there.<br/><br/><strong>"Hard to make you more gorgeous, Alexa"</strong>, he flattered the vampiress as his gaze met the newcomer's for the first time.  Still wondering whether Kelly would come for her flower, Puternic ignored the newcomer's previous mockery and insolence, looking at her. Nothing could shake his self-confidence and definitively words were not one of them. His instincts were right again. Not only did she smell deliciously good, but her body was like teardrops for his eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"One of these roses is for you. Would you indulge me putting them in where it should be?"</strong>, he asked, observing Kelly with the corner of his eyes.