Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

he rutted luke with fierce leaps of his hips then, fired by the desperation in the pallid wolf's voice. stars threatened to erupt behind his eyes but he dragged himself again from the delicious precipice, rearranging his forelegs to grip the slim waist more closely. lowering his muzzle, lasher reached forward to lie his cheek against the side of luke's face, painted with ecstasy as it seemed to be, his own features wreathed in blinding pleasure.

"you will remember me by this," he hissed haltingly against the velvet bulb of one ear, feeling luke's ribcage contract pantingly in his embrace, and for a final tense moment he held himself there, upon knife's edge, before surrendering to the nova that had built scorchingly within his loins.

he could not help himself; he cried out with the reverberation of it, punishing luke with thrusts grown savage in the light of his zenith. at length their bodies chained one another; he continued to move, their sensitivities most heightened at this moment, he knew.

when their natural bond had slacked, lasher slid heavily from his young lover and fell upon the grass, panting, but with delight etched indelibly across his face.