Mixing Business and Pleasure

She flipped him easily, and enjoyed the powerful feel of the direwolf beneath her. His muscler, large body molded with hers in all the right ways. She grinned down at him, taunting him with a shinning, deeply amused gaze. He matched her spirit and lust for trouble with such ease. She just knew they would be wonderful, terrible together. Like tossing blood to the sharks. She couldn’t wait to explore every inch of the trouble they would make together.

Grinding her hips against him was more than her victim could take. He grabbed her by her hips with claws that left a breathy gasp escaping her. She dug her own claws into him. Her feline points finding purchase in his flesh as she held him to her.

He was every bit as intense and attentive and ferocious a lover as she imagined. She let her voice sing out across the emerald valley, and echo back to her. Breathless, and laughing, she dug her claws into Sitka, and pulled an inch of space between them. Utterly merciless to the fact he had not finished yet. If he fought her, she would happily wrestle him into submission. “Shhh.” she whispered, her voice filled with laughter. “Do you hear that?” that, of course, was silence. “Ruga, you sexy-ass vulcano, get your ass back out here!”

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