The taste on the tip of my tongue

She grinned up at his sharp canines, as he bared them at the feel of her claws in his coat. She had no fear of the larger wolf above her, now the almost wildness in him. If anything, the hint of danger pleased her. She liked to live on a knife's edge, to taunt and tease and play with her wild wolf.

She chuckled lightly at his words, knowing danger was his middle name. She brought a foreclaw around to tap his nose gently with one extended silver tip. “Perhaps I'll take you up on that, and you can be my Silver King.” she teased lightly. Mmm, though perhaps she liked to wonder too much to settle down too easily. She ran a claw down his back, enjoying the heat of him on her, the feel of his muscles against her skin. “Have you ever made love in an ocean, Sitka?” she whisper-purred into his ear.


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