“I’d like that” The possessive bastard Warlord was normally the one doing the catching. He was the head of the family, and the responsibility of them was his own. But it might be nice to have another to catch him, every once in a while. He nipped her skin again, playfully. “I’ll even try not to squish you on the way down” He teased her.
A snack? She was the snack. As she nipped at him and attempted to push his heavy bulk, he playfully grabbed her waist with a paw, drawing her a little closer to him. “I’m not ready to leave this mountain” He said, his voice a teasing, warning rumble. He released her as she spoke of… another sort of treat. His teeth pulled at her ear on their way back up. “I do like to savour my desserts” He said agreebly, moving to hold the shelter door open for her. His eyes already heavy with desire.
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