Redhawk Caldera [m] spin the wheel

When she spoke, Peregrine's eyes flicked up to her face, even if only one could see it. He smiled. "How many first times have we had?" he teased in response. It made his mind wander back through time, to the first time they had actually done the deed. The memory was fuzzy at best. But he remembered the rawness of it. It hadn't been particularly romantic that first time, if memory served. The day when they had declared themselves official mates and consummated their relationship—now that memory stuck out more.

Shaking his head lightly, he drifted back to the present. "I love you," he said, mind unclouded briefly during this temporary cooling period between mating sessions. "I'm glad it worked out this way," Peregrine added thoughtfully, briefly thinking of the neverborns. If they conceived right this very instant, the litter would be born near the tail end of winter. He experienced a peculiar sensation, a giddy sort of relief that loosened his chest. This time, it was meant to be and everything was falling into place.

But the only thing that would guarantee success was coupling as often as physically possible. Their bodies came apart and all it took was a glance at Fox's curves to get Peregrine's blood hot again. The first tryst had taken the edge off a bit, leaving his head just clear enough for a few moments of foreplay this time. They wouldn't fool around for long, though, as this whole situation was about getting pregnant, which required a fairly specific lock-in-key method.

Playfully, the Alpha male mounted the smaller Alpha female again, albeit from the side. He was tall and broad enough that his forelegs rested on her other side, requiring only minimal arching of his belly and hips. It felt ridiculous but it amused him. And just for good measure, he bucked against her, essentially humping her rib cage, which he hoped tickled her bone(s) as much as it did his...