Curtain of Stone

He wrestled her to the flow as she fought him, mercilessly tickling her in the face of her protest. “Make me.” he growled at her, his eyes sparking with delight. Perhaps he would eventually find a way to inspire the little wolf to learn to fight. Size didn’t mean a thing when wolves like Spider and Levi were decent warriors.

He finally relented, and pushed her gently to the floor in front of him. He looked down at her, his eyes afire with desire. Mmmm… but no. he would stick to the choice he had made. He leaned down, and kissed the nape of her neck. If it was tortuous for him, it absolutely should be tortuous for her, too. “Little Consort.” He breathed against her fur.