Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Saena responded to Reek's touch eagerly, with rumbles of encouragement and need. This had become the norm for them prior to the fire and if they were going to make this wood their home, then they would need to return to normalcy too. It would never feel right if they didn't. Maybe one day the two would calm down, but together they were all raging hormones and rushing blood, so that wasn't likely to happen for a little while yet. Likely not until Saena's first heat, when they would be more frenzied than ever, had come and gone.

He pulled away from her and she followed closely, pulling herself to her feet to better accommodate him. After all, she was an animal and didn't think about things like positions and alternatives, so there was really only one way this worked in her mind, once she'd realized that only men could be on top. She drew herself along his side, pressing her flank to his and letting their fur melt together, and when she reached his hindquarters she gently nipped his hip.

She shimmied her hips for a moment, taunting him, and then whirled around to playfully say, "if you want it, you gotta take it." Their sessions up until now had been pretty normal, but Saena wanted to drive Reek wild with desire now, to make him the dominant wolf he ought to be by making him so frantic that he took her in his arms without any hesitation whatsoever... and this was the way to do it, she thought.