The cardinal sin

As cocky and confident as Kavik was, with the rage he saw in Alastor's face, he was half convinced that the brute might come to blows with either himself or Manea right then and there on the side of the mountain. From the way Manea had described her husband, he didn't exactly seem like the stable type to take confrontation well, so violence was the expected result. However, much to his surprise, the black wolf didn't come to blows with either of them. Instead he glared, snorted, and stomped off back down the mountain path, leaving him and Manea behind. Kavik watched the other brute leave for a moment, just in case he decided to come back for bloodshed after all, but once he'd been gone for a few minutes and the threat had passed, all of his attention was back on Manea.

The snowy brute had, in fact, opened his mouth to ask the violet alphess what all of that had been about before she cut him off and bid that he asked no questions. So he simply shut his mouth again. "If you insist," he remarked with a casual roll of his shoulders. The Mendaciums' extramarital affairs and problems didn't matter to him. If anything, they offered him leverage he could use for his own benefit and advancement with Manea, so he was silently thankful to Alastor for making such an idiot of himself! As if reading his mind, Manea nipped at his throat, making his fur bristle in a lovely way, and then urged him to follow her. Large paws followed with eager steps as she led the way back into his cave and toward his bed.

As soon as they'd stepped onto the plush furs, Manea shoved him to his back, Kavik landing on the bedding with a soft grunt, and then his lover was upon him. He gazed up at her with smoldering blue eyes and a lecherous grin as she straddled his waist in a way that was fast becoming familiar to him, pressing their bodies together while her large, leonine paws rested on his broad chest. His own paws lifted to rest on her hips, rubbing over her feminine curves and shapes as he savored her nubile beauty. Her half-threat, half-promise that they weren't leaving until he had her screaming loud enough to make her husband hear them was met with a husky chuckle and a slow roll of his hips up into hers, grinding their bodies together. "Hope you don't plan on going anywhere for a while then, beautiful," he rumbled in growled tones back up to her, timing the next roll of his hips with hers pressing back into his until he sunk home inside her with a growling moan, his claws biting into her thighs as he began to move in tandem with her, eager and ready to begin working on some of those screams with her.

- fade -

"Kävik av Fjellen"