Chasing tail

Flare chuckled deep in his throat, keeping the closeness between them. He did not try to lean away from the intensity that was Enyo. ”Cocky.” He whispered, wondering the strength she might have to back it up. What would it be like to roll with a wolf like this one? With the strength in her arms, and the fire in her belly?

Flare's smile only grew when she admitted the innocence of her body. Was she saying she had slept with no one, or that she preferred the company of females? “Dear Enyo.” He said, leaning a little closer to her. The teasing, verbal swordplay and the wrapping scent of her had already stirred him. His smile was dangerous now, predatory. There was a warning in the dark glint of his eyes. Was Enyo still the hunter, or had she become the prey?

“I don’t plan to stop at kisses.” He warned her, moving to push the weight of his paws against her. To push the boundaries, to cross a line just a little more. Would she rebuke him entirely for daring to push, or would she see it as a challenge and rise to it?


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