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She was not in season, he knew, but he would not turn down a chance at pleasure, especially pleasure so random and unexpected. He was not habitually as unchaste as some males, but there was an undeniable allure here in this spontaneous meeting, and in the strength and pride with which she conducted herself. He was bewitched, and let's face it, lead on by his little head.

She pressed her nose to his temple, and his own spread the furs along her throat, breathing of her scent. He caught a hint of another male, and his ears flicked forward briefly, with interest and with sudden possessiveness. That trace scent spoke to his dominant nature. It challenged him almost, and he responded with a lascivious growl as her tongue touched his skin.

His movements lost their tentativeness, but he held his posture in check. She still reigned, even as his motions became more purposeful. He nudged her and plied his teeth lightly to her shoulder, a half-step taken to start his slow trail toward her hindquarters.