Redhawk Caldera [m] This is the War Room

When he began again, he moved much more slowly and sensually. He wrapped his forelegs even tighter around her middle and pushed his head between her shoulder blades rather than hold onto her scruff. As he made love to his mate, he murmured sweet (and occasionally dirty) nothings against her back. Steadily, he pushed them both toward the same peak, where they met in hopefully mutual pleasure.

Even when the act was over, Peregrine continued to embrace his mate. "I love you," he said in a low, breathy voice, giving her a squeeze. "It's good to be back."