Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Whatever remaining ounce of control Reek had retained though Saena's goading touch had all but faded away. She had him climbing up the walls; frantic and needing in his approach. Letting a wanting whine pass his lips, he shut his eyes and leaned against his mate while his knees buckled and bent with desire. He needed her.  He needed her now.

"You dirty girl," he whispered, prowling from her flank to her backside. She was going to make him work for it... but the chase was half the fun.  As fast as he could, Reek wrapped his forelegs around her and pulled his mate in close with a rough tug, expelling heavy breath on the back of her neck. Unlike their tryst in the Emberwood, the awkward fumbling that generally ensued was a thing of the past. In their brief time together, experience had taken hold.  Reek knew what he wanted, and he took freely.

He found his rhythm fast and hard as he pushed the upper half of his lovers body lower and into the ground.  Gripping the scruff of her neck tightly in his jaws, a low and possessive growl rumbled in the back of Reek's throat. A growl that meant only one thing; she was his, and his alone.