Blow me away

Her tail wagged excitedly as she licked his chin, the honor almost being too much for her to handle. She knew better than to linger, though, and she regretfully withdrew from him, heady with his scent. Again, flashes of the forbidden tryst with Lavakho danced in her mind, but with Rakharo in his place. She knew such things would never happen—the Khal was too great for them—but the slave could not help herself. He was everything a wolf should be: strong, kind, handsome, and forgiving.

Yellow eyes lingered on him a moment longer before she ripped them away, knowing that her Khal would not appreciate glances that overstayed their welcome. There was nothing left to do, much less say, and so Tomahawk took her leave, rotund abdomen in tow.