I bite you now.

The Warlord slept well, with Zee cradled against him. The subtle movement of her rising chest against him, and the feel of her breath stirring the fur below his chin. He was content and at peace, and slept deeply. He did not awake again until morning, when the sun fell upon his eyes, and a sharp pain struck at his muzzle.

His eyes flew pen, and he was greeted with Zee’s eyes, just above his own. A hint of blood on her teeth from where her strike had broken skin. Ignoring the subtle pain of the wound, he grinned at his woman. He had not forgotten her promise, not the one he had made her as she had drifted off to sleep. “Beloved.” he purred.

He surged upwards suddenly, knocking her off his belly and onto the floor, trapping her beneath him as he looked down at her with a sultry grin. “I promised you more than just a love bite.” he explained, grazing his teeth carefully below her ear