Peace or Tranquility? [open]

He felt the gentle embrace of her tongue against his fur, the warmth of her body as she shielded him from the cold world waiting for him at the end of their moment. Protecting him from all the pain he had ever felt. There was no one else in this would. Only him and Luce, and that was all he needed, no Epiphron to belittle him with her very existence. No Chrysanthe to gang up on him and tease him, no Syrinx to be the model son they should all hope to be...No Preston, looking at him the way he always did, thinking the thought he never dare speak but that knew-KNEW was in his heart. No. None of them could take this from him, their serene moment of sheer joy, and happiness he had never before felt. He felt invincible with their bodies entwined,and he could only pray that their moment would never end. A soft whine escaped his lips as his forehead nuzzled her chin lovingly. Valhalla was a distant memory. The needs of the pack were outweighed by his personal hunger for affection and love, and with it, he thought only of all the ways he could impress her. His motivations now, would be devoted to her and only her. Although he was no longer thinking of only himself, he had no idea just how dangerous a creature love could be. He could have told her at that moment: That Collision would be leaving for Glaciem, that Valhalla was without a lead warrior to guide them, that the land of milk and honey was ripe for the plucking. And had she asked, he would have gladly told her, without hesitation.

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