Finding what is lost

Her grip against her sabers was utterly unexpected. A sensation he hadn’t experienced more as she pulled against them, pulling on them. His mouth closed against hers once more, possessive and hard against her. He felt her tongue against them next, and he was jelly against her touch. Groaning into her mouth, hard and ready and wanting. To relinquish control at that moment… he almost regretted it. He wanted the power to hold her tight against him.

Her begging broke every last bit of his control, he gripped her hips in his forepaws, and pulled her down. Finally, finally taking that plunge they had skirted against at every corner. He pressed into her, feeling her. Taking her. He let out a long moan, moving her against him. His teeth were desperate as they dug into the thick ruff around her neck. “Mine. My wolf, My bird, My Iggy. Mine” He gasped against her.