Again Sirius manhandled her, pulling her roughly against him and Isa, despite her age, released a peal of girlish laughter. Sirius made her feel young. He made her feel desired and oh so womanly. The fae slid her cheek along his, her mouth close to his ear. She whispered in sultry, accented tones, "If you don't let me go, I'll have to take advantage of you here and now." Her own teeth nibbled the man's ear gently. "What a shock that would be for the pack."
With his forelegs up and around her and Isa pressed in against Sirius' chest, a mischievous look flashed on her face and she quickly dropped low, ducking out of his grasp. Isa skirted backwards, putting the cauldron between them. The fae's tail curled above her spine and lashed playfully. Her body was tensed, ready for flight if he chose to pursue her. "Are we just going to let this food rot?" She tilted her head in question. "Imagine how good we'll be together after a long, hard day of wanting one another." Again there was heat in the woman's words. He brought out a very wicked side of her.
