Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

Sense was chased out, dominated by impulse and the pursuit of the moment's pleasures. She moved in to him and his mind ceased to think; his body reacting to the sensation of touch, and his heart reaching for more closeness, more intimacy, more of that physical connection the white wolf desired most in life. She moved into him, her teeth playing at his neck and shoulder, and he responded with a lustful croon as his nosed and nuzzled at her spine and flank. There was an increasing intensity to his actions, and he nibbled and preened her hip with an indescribable haste, unwittingly driven by her ripe scent.