Ambrosia

In the fallout of the implosion of the alpha couple’s marriage that he’d bore witness to (and maybe inadvertently played a part in causing) Kavik had done all he could to step up and fill the void left in Manea’s world that her deadbeat husband had left in his wake like a black hole. He’d spent that first day with the violet alphess fucking her brains out and loving her senseless, just as she had asked him to do to help soothe the pain Alastor had damaged her with, and he had loved every second of it! After that, Kavik began to insert himself anywhere he could. A volunteer was needed for a patrol or bridge guard duty? He was on it. Needed an experienced fisherman to catch dinner for the pack? Kavik was already in the water. Manna needed someone to warm her bed and cuddle her through the night? The white wolf had his lady moaning his name from dusk to dawn. Did he have an ulterior motive with all his helpfulness? Maybe… Okay, definitely. But still, he was there.

Today, Kavik had just finished pulling up a haul of salmon from the ocean surrounding the island, a hefty pile of fish gathered up on the beach. He re-emerged from the surf like a water god, ocean water sluicing from his drenched fur like a cascade of crystals that glistened in the summer sun. His wet coat clung to his densely muscled form, emphasizing his musculature and broad chest beneath. Sharp arctic blue eyes glanced about the rocky shore as he set another sizable fish down on the pile, giving his coat a shake to loosen the sea water from it and get it drying faster. As he sat the salmon down with the others, a glimpse of purple caught his attention, pale blue eyes lifting to spy Manea emerging from the forest like a woodland nymph to approach him. The dire brute greeted her with a little grin as she slid up beside him and rubbed her side to his, drawing delighted murrs from the brute. Her kisses and nips along his neck to his jaw drew a slow grin to widen over his lips, peering down at her with lecherous mirth shining playfully in his eyes.

"You can interrupt me anytime you want, my flawless amethyst," he purred in rumbling seductive tones back, always eager and willing to play along with Manea, especially when it came to the more sexual nature of their relationship. The Matriarch left little to the imagination when her teasing lips moved up to rake her teeth against the edge of his ear, making Kavik murr under his breath once more. Her tempting words drew a curious look from the man, raising a brow while he leaned down to return the playful nips to Manea’s violet ear closest to him. "Hmm, oh do you?" He chuckled and ran his tongue over the edge of Manea’s ear. "Lead the way then, my violet goddess."

"Kävik av Fjellen"