I'm still yearning for your touch

She was forced to lift her head from his shoulders as he rolled onto his back. She eyed him curiously, watching as his legs stretched out. Gaze drifted casually down his frame, one brow lifting as she spotted his arousal. So why hadn't he attacked her yet? Pinned her down and fucked her senseless? For a moment she stayed still, uncertain for once of her brothers motives. She longed to lean in to touch him, but how? There wasn't a sweet or gentle bone in her brothers body. His sudden change in demeanor put her on guard, eyes assessing him carefully. Her gaze continually raked his body, uncertainty keeping her still.

Finally she rose, limber legs pushing up off the ground in one fluid movement. She stood over him, caging him in with her front legs. Crowned tipped forward as she looked down at him briefly before dropping her muzzle next to his ear. "I don't know what game you're playing brother." Lyrics were a husky murmur, breath teasing the sensitive skin of his ear. With a gentle tug on his ear, she backed her face away just enough to meet his gaze.

Audits flicked back and forth, waiting for him to inform her of his game. Surely he couldn't be serious? Burying her nose in the fur of his neck, she let out a frustrated whine, jaws parting to give him a small nip. What was she suppose to do when her brother suddenly decided that for the moment he didn't feel the need to draw her blood? It was foreign territory it happened so little, if ever at all. She couldn't even remember if he had been like this before. Coral searched his, her question lingering in vibrant pools of confusion and desire.

"speech"