Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

lasher sensed the unsurety, and waited -- he would not press the other if he suddenly became disinclined. to consent unto pleasure was foremost; had taltos perceived his attentions were not welcome, he would have ceased them immediately. but a glance into the flame-licked blue gaze of the pale wolf told him otherwise. presently luke agreed, and lay rather tantalizingly in the grasses alongside the earthen servant. 

taltos did not hide the smile that unfurled upon his lips then; pressing his mouth against the hollow of the pallid throat, the man moved with quiet insistence down the length of the luke's body, at last settling his forelegs on either side of the boyish hips.

he reclined then, and with a mischievous glance into the younger wolf's eyes, lasher set delightedly about his task, using such insistent methods as the denial of one's zenith and plying his abilities with all the skill that julien had taught him.