Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

luke's surprise was delicious, and moreso was his resistance, and the salacious words that followed. "minx!" lasher hissed, snapping his teeth within a hairsbreadth of the pale earlobe as he released the man if only to seek another hold more tightly around his throat. as powerful as his jaws were, nary a tooth would scratch luke if he so willed, which he did not. a growl fluted from his chest as he gave a savage yank -- he released the pallid wolf and reared to fling forelegs aggressively about his opponents's neck.

"down," he snarled in the voice of one who had learned to give direct orders. murkwater eyes blazed with the verve of their erotic game; he would punish luke for this insubordination, and sought greatly to press the pale wolf down upon his plush chest in the grasses.