Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

the pushback of luke's hips inflamed lasher -- he gathered the pale wolf closer and gave a firm jolt of his loins forth. he controlled his motion, however -- he would be gentle for a moment, as luke acclimated to the leap of male weaponry deep within his body. his breath trembled; he was loving, kind to the as-of-yet untried form curved under him, but intensity coloured his movements.

teeth flashed; he grasped hold of luke's nape almost savagely and began a faster rhythm, one that climbed inexorably toward a fiery zenith. the man strove for control, for the balance of domination and tension, and with effort drew himself back from the brink, teasing luke with smaller assailments upon his vulnerable person.