Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

At some point, Peregrine had stopped walking. He was staring blatantly at Lasher now, the hunger in his expression growing. Unlike that tempting she-wolf by the lake, there was no reason not to pursue carnal relations with him, if that's what he (they) wanted. Back in the day, he had refused to carry on in such a way, lest he string Lasher along, but he didn't think the stakes were what they were back then. Plus, Lasher was an adult and could make decisions for himself, for better or worse. That's what Peregrine told himself, anyhow.

"I kind of want your mouth on me," the swarthy wolf said boldly.