Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

the teasing nature of the other wolf's muzzle tormented lasher; he turned to growl, to urge luke onward with little reaching nips. bracing himself, lasher welcomed the warm curvature of the pale body o'ertop his own; he reveled in the long forelegs tightening 'round his hips, the hot feathering of eager breath upon his nape ... and the sudden stroke of a hot sword into the rampant grasp of his body's desire.

his breath hitched in his throat; taltos attempted for several moments to quell the mounting fire within his veins, but it had been so long, so very long. with a strangled moan that burst unbidden from his throat, the ecru wolf gave himself over fully to the sensation, and at length, razed even the tops of the nodding blooms with the reverberation of his release.

sides heaving, lasher lowered his head, exhausted, sated. a small smile danced upon his lips.