MY BODY SCREAMING OUT

Drashiel lay stretched out across a snow drift, his lithe, muscular form stretching as he stirred from his nap.  He was still getting settled into his roll as part of the new lead pair of Regium.  In some ways it felt strange to be back in the terra he'd grown up in but on the other paw it seemed as if fate had slowly brought him to where he needed to be.  And what bliss?!  What perfection!  To be in love with a woman like Roman and to be ruler of a pack with her.  The pair of them carrying on the Armada name.  They would indeed mold this pack into a force to be awed.  And where was his Queen this luscious winter night?  The full moon burned bright and silver in the sky and his emerald eyes ravenously devoured that light.

Roman called out and Drashiel was on his feet, shaking out the snow.  The call was demanding.  Whatever his Queen needed to speak with him about it was of the utmost importance.  His pace slowed as she came into view and her scent stuck him suddenly, the heady scent of heat.  It nestled in his stomach, burning white hot.  His thighs flexed just slightly at the thought of reveling in her form, drowning in her light.  His eyes blinked slowly as he grinned.  Drashiel moved toward, his body shifting languidly as reached out to lick the right side of her neck, just underneath her jaw line.  He reached out to whisper in her ear.

"My darling, Queen.  You seem tense… let me help you ease that tension?"



"Speech"