Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

his pressure at her shoulders was met with a sweep of snapping teeth; he could scarce avoid the movement and felt her fangs briefly catch his cheek. coupled still to her, he felt her buckle and he tumbled alongside her, still embracing her within and without.

he felt his own brand of innate satiation, though it was stained of a darker creed -- he had wanted her, and he had taken her -- with soft growls pressing his throat the male groomed the back of her rough-coated skull, content to lie alongside her for the rest of the evening should she tolerate his presence.