Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

likewise had lasher been drawn to luke, sensing in him a companion upon many levels. the most pleasurable, of course, was this. with the pressure of the other drifting over him, lasher was at leisure to explore the handsome face of velveteen porcelain -- pressing first the jut of one cheekbone with his lips, then sweeping up to the bulb of a silken ear, and caressing with his tongue the sensitive eartip there.

drinking in the feel of a masculine body; the understated curvatures as well as the hard muscularity; all this served to enflame the ecru-hued wolf, and his teeth began to make appearances beneath the heating nibbles and laps with which he decorated luke's throat, his cheeks, even dipping unto his chest.