Redhawk Caldera [m] Clothes off

Every time Fox moaned, said his name nickname or pushed against him, Peregrine thrust faster against her. By the time their tryst came to its traditional peak (during which he buried his face in her ruff and moaned, "Firecrotch!") his left hind leg was partially lifted off the ground as he almost frantically rocked his hips against her. Afterward, he clutched her tightly around her waist and sagged a bit, then slid off her. Of course, he could not step away from her, so he hiked a leg and twisted around so they were facing east and west, respectively.

"Did you think about getting nasty with Grimm? I did. I mean, I pictured the two of you," he was quick to clarify. As hot as he found the idea of his mate getting frisky with the she-wolf, he did not actually find the idea of joining them appealing any longer. Fox was the only woman for him, just like he was the only man for her. You could say that he was the key to her lock and he was the gun to her holster, and so on and so forth.