Wicked Game

He felt her shift on top of him, Bane knowing that his mate was often quiet about this sort of talk. And her answer was just as elusive as it was assuming that she was told about what she just did. Tahlia's mother must've been the best mate ever. His once widowed mate commented that she'd never done this before, as was assumed by the fact that she was still a virgin before they became mates. Only him. Bane wish he could say the same that he was her's only. But with the amount of females he'd been with that was obviously a falsehood. Alarice, some young female that had nothing becoming of it. Des, Alena, and Silverback. Bane briefly wondered what became of the leopardess. There was the whore on the beach. Then there was Tahlia, and by the gods his Tahlia. Tahlia. Oh how he loved his Tahlia.

The feeling of her cheek against his neck, wishing that he could see the twinkle in her eye. His mate turned her head and there the glittering orb of gold was. Bane had mirrored the movement of her head, his hazy sapphire eye giving a slow blink as he pawed her chest. "Thank you my mate. You made it that much more special because of it." He trailed off and let the sign that was breathed dissolve into a rumble of satisfaction as she gently kissed him. Oh she knew how to shut him up. A rumble shook his chest as he reached up to graze his teeth through the fur on her neck. The pale wolf would remember this morning for the rest of his days. The paws laying securely against her waist rubbed her sides and he matched her signs of affection. Reaching his head up and intruding his tongue into her muzzle as he brought her onto her left side. Perhaps he would feel inclined to make sure that she had been satisfied, but for this moment he would gauge her happy mood and inquire if she would lay herself for him. He knew what she liked, and he only wanted to be sure that she was satisfied.