My Gratitude

As Chimera shifted beside her to wrap his larger form around hers she didn't feel the unease or nervousness that she thought she might begin to feel. She looked up at her King after she kissed his chin, her ice blue gaze finding his two toned gaze, and knew that she trusted him. The majority of the time that they had lived in close proximity to each other that most certainly hadn't been the case and to an extent that distrust had a good reason, but he had more than mended that bridge now and she had been willing to meet him halfway. Laying here with him now, hearing him say that she deserved to be queen, it was hard to imagine that they were still the same wolves that they had been back then. In reality she knew that they weren't. Physically yes, but mentally they had all grown and changed so much. Chimera had matured significantly since the day he purchased her and she had been forced out of her shell, pulled out of the cage she had allowed herself to grow comfortable in.

She felt his paw on her chin and pulled her attention fully into him and she felt her breath catch in her chest, feeling as if their secluded piece of the beach was suddenly transported to a different world. His words made her face flush, the pink of her skin peeking through where her fur was palest, and lick he placed across her chin and lower lip feeling as if it might steal her breath away entirely. She had only been like this with Chimera a few of times—once not by choice and another when she was too intoxicated to fully understand what she was doing—not there was none of that now. She was here on her own free will and nothing was influencing her besides her own desire. Admittedly it was a completely different feeling being with him compared to Siren, not just because be was a man but because with Siren she was usually the driving force in their intimacy. In this moment she felt like she was being swept away by it instead of causing the wave herself.

"I'd... I'd like that," she admitted softly to his question once she managed to get enough air into her lungs to speak, looking up at him with a need she didn't fully understand or know how to act on. One of her smaller paws slid to rest on top of his foreleg as she shifted closer to him. She reached up give his chin another kiss before leaving another kiss on his lips, feeling her heart flutter in her chest. It wasn't an anxiousness that she had half expected as she gave herself over to these feelings alone with him for the first time. Her desire had her heart beating hard against her chest, but there wasn't any nervousness or uncertainty. "I trust you," she said quietly as her lips parted from his, giving him permission in her own way to have what they both wanted.

"Dalila Vista Rocha"