Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Saena smirked at him when he breathed out two words, her bobbed tail switching eagerly back and forth. Her manner was sly as she made to take a step forward, but her wanting mate was far too quick for her. Before she could dance out of reach, Reek had locked his arms around her waist and pulled her back. She protested by pretending to struggle away, but that did nothing to deter the man, who found his mark easily in spite of her playful squirming.

Well, the squirming stopped as soon as he did. The speed and force of it momentarily took her breath away, but then he was leaning his weight forward, testing her strong limbs, which were anything but strong in that moment. They were jelly-like as familiar fire began to grow in her lower belly and in time they gave out so her front half practically collapsed under his strength. From here, the alpha male clutched her nape and growled, and for some reason that was so hot to Saena that she couldn't contain a loud, half-moaned gasp.

In fact, she couldn't contain much of anything after that. She'd never been shy about vocalizing how she felt during these encounters, but now she was louder than ever as she struggled to keep her hind feet from slipping on the loam. Her lover wasn't helping; his eager motion was ever-so-slowly shoving her forward so that total collapse was imminent. It was now a question of what would happen first: Reek's climax (maybe her own if she was lucky) or her falling over.