Douse This Fire

Ezra was playing a very dangerous game with Syanna right now, keeping her teetering right on the edge of total hormonal madness. Did he know how good his paws felt on her body, how badly her urges were screaming at her to take advantage of this innocent dopey wolf? And still he fucking wouldn't let go of her! She was a ticking time bomb and he was gleefully playing with the timer. Finally—finally!—she felt Ezra's paws stop roaming over her back, giving her a little sigh of relief, though it was short lived as he immediately switched to wrapping a paw around her sides and clinging tight to her while he supported her back, holding her in the perfect position to move and manipulate her body to his will. Syanna's heart raced, her tail swishing and flagging anxiously. Was this it? Was this the moment she finally overwhelmed him? All he would have to do was drop that foreleg to her waist and he could do whatever he wanted with her. The thought made her tremble and tingle all over...

He froze like that, holding her as she clung to him, her paws clutching fistfuls of his chest fur while she waited in suspense. She could hear and feel his ragged breath against her ear while she tried to mentally prepare for what was coming next. There was no way she could get out of his grasp now no matter how hard she tried. Syanna swallowed hard and took a few quick, shallow breaths—but nothing happened. There was a beat of silence to allow confusion to set in, but no further movement from the dire wolf she was wound around. Then Ezra spoke, confirming that he should stop. Her body screamed no, wanting to cling to him, rub herself all over him and grind her hips to his until he gave her what her body craved and extinguished her heat! But her mind seized the opportunity to snap back into control and force her jittery hormones back where they belonged.

"Yeah... Yeah, you probably should..." she remarked, trying to keep her voice steady and not break her words between breathless gasps, but it was in vain. She peeled herself away from him as his grip loosened, blinking up into those baby blue eyes while her brain swam with vivid images of what he could do to her if he didn't stop. She offered him an awkward, embarrassed smile, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down. "Um, you should... probably let me go so I can keep working." She tapped a paw against his broad chest, waiting for him to release her so she could put some space between them and catch her breath without getting high off his scent. Her self-control was frayed at best right now and threatening to crumble entirely. She needed him to let go of her now.

"Syanna Alluráin"