Wicked Game

His mate collapsed onto his chest, the stars in the corner of his vision encroached further across his sight before disappearing. What his mate had done had been simply mesmerizing. And as Tahlia lay on his chest Bane couldn't help but wonder if she had been taught anything of what she just did by, say... her mother. The pale wolf's panting eased her head up and down on his rising chest, his muzzle turning from where it lay to the side and licking across the bridge of her nose. Tahlia shifted and stared at him, as did he, she placed a lick on his chin and Bane eased his head back with a stunned smile. A rumbling sigh reverberated through his chest.

"What did you do to me? To us?" Bane gave a suppressed laugh and lay his head on its side, eye staring up at her. The elder gave a slow blink, idle and wishful thoughts wondering if she would be with young again. The wolf shifted his grasp on her sides and let his dew claws trace through the fur just in front of her hips, shifting his body a bit underneath her. "I just, wow. Gods woman." Bane sighed and slumped his head back to stare off into the sky, letting the snow flakes drizzle onto his muzzle.

"I'm sure you found it pleasing, I hope. I can help if you didn't. I mean since you were so busy with me..." The male ceased his babbling with a grunt as he adjusted himself to be more comfortable. His chin still tingled from when she licked him. Snowfall had caught on the edges of her ears only to fall off in clumps when she moved. It felt like the softest of cotton when touching his cheeks, and yet it didn't compare to what the two wolves had felt.