Heron Lake Plateau [M] the red and the black

"Err...uh...Screech, sweetie..." But he wasn't hearing her. He was gone somewhere now, swept up in the heat of his young hormones and their chemical reaction with her heretofore-forgotten heat. If a wolf could facepalm, she most certainly would have at that very moment. How could she have been so stupid as to forget she was in fucking heat? Granted, it had only come upon her in the last twenty-four hours or so and the blood-fire hadn't begun yet, but still. As Screech pulled her tighter, breathing words into her nape that she no longer heard, she began to squirm in an effort to get away. "No baby...this isn't--"

And then the worst thing that could happen in that situation happened. She felt his warrior enter her sacred temple and while literally everything in her was screaming "Yaaasss! It's about time you got some D!" all that was rational and sane in her revolted and the only thing she could think about was getting away. She struggled and clawed at the dirt, but he was larger and stronger than she was, and his arms around her waist were locked in an unbreakable embrace. "Screech--no! Stop!" she snarled, but it was too late. He was too far gone.