Redhawk Caldera [m] spin the wheel

He grinned against her neck when Fox whined, squirmed and eventually arched against him. Usually she required a little bit of flirtation, just a smidgen of seduction. But when she went into heat, she was an entirely different animal. Her desire became a fierce need. Peregrine considered teasing her, yet her heady scent threaded into his nose and tripped the wires of his brain. He was really no more in control of his impulses than she was. Instincts had taken over, and they were demanding.

With a rumble, Peregrine stepped backward, his black flank sliding against hers as he maneuvered into position behind his slender young mate. He didn't take his usual moment to enjoy the view or savor the moment. The Alpha simply braced himself against her, clutching Fox's slim hips and drawing them against his own even as he rose and loomed like a giant, quivering shadow.

The first tryst was over as quickly as it had started, a searing, explosive heat that cooled swiftly. Breathing heavily, Peregrine slid off Fox to avoid crushing her with his weight, their locked bodies preventing him from going far. He nibbled at the crook where her leg met her hip, a silent promise that it was only the first of many more sessions to come.