Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

luke's flashing teeth earned him the controlled swat of a paw along his blasphemous -- lasher controlled his strike, of course, and then busied himself with the lascivious glut of the pallid, wanting hips, the rising scent of arousal in the atmosphere roundabout them. with lust exceedingly hot within him, taltos growled, thrusting aside the feathered veil of luke's modesty, and glossed slowly with tantalizing maw o'er the taut cullions.

all at once the earthen man hissed with choked desire the name of his lover, embracing his trim waist with trembling forelegs. his hips moved forward until he was fairly seated against his quarry; but he would not stir again until consent was clearly given.