Bearclaw Valley “What am I to you?”

There was no thought of consequences as Laurel whined longingly for things to start, but she did not have to wait very long. Soon Xan granted her wishes. The feeling was very intense, though not her first — a string of tragical romances had followed Laurel until she eventually decided all boys were stupid, but that was before the magic of heat — and she savoured the feeling of his face alongside her neck rather than the traditional grabbing-the-scruff. She was Laurel, and no one could ever tame her — the fact that he didn't pin her down for this, despite knowing she wanted it, spoke volumes to how well he knew her, in Laurel's book, and that definitely gave the specialness of this moment bonus points.

He started slow and she let out another longing growl-whine. Soon her wishes were granted as he sped up. The feeling of his breath on her fur made her hackles prick up — in a good way this time — and she panted softly along with the motions while she felt better with every thrust.