I'm still yearning for your touch

N/A · 07-07-2013, 06:51 PM

Of course she wouldn't believe him when he told her that the bitch's pack was harboring a horse. She had never seen a horse in her life, he knew that, so of course her disbelief at his statement was justified. But horses were nothing new to the gargantuan man. He had encountered in his search for his sister when they had originally been separated in their birth pack. Horses weren't stupid creatures, not too much anyway. They recognized danger. Wolves were danger. And yet that mare that had been with the two rescuers didn't seem to understand her role in life. She was prey and her supposed friends were predators. That stupid horse would have to learn her place one of these days and he would more than glad to help her come to that realization.

A touch across his shoulders pulled him from his musings, neck craning to glance back, cyan gems coming to rest of his sister's figure. She was being to calm tonight, so....sweet. It was such an odd term to use for his sister. She was never like this. And yet, he could feel himself becoming aroused. But it wasn't a I-want-to-fuck-her-brains-out kind of arousal. It was a different kind, one he didn't have a term for. He just didn't feel like being violent for once. Demyan rolled over, disengaging his sister's head from his shoulders as his spine pressed into the dirt, forelimbs folding down against his chest, hind limbs extended out away from him, his arousal standing tall and proud against his massive frame. He wanted to fuck. But not in the same way that they usually did. Gaze flickered to Cataleya, wondering what she would do, if anything.

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