Porcupine Ridge Seasong saints

He was silent at length as he searched for something to say that would not upset her further. He thought little of her admission that she wanted him; in this state, he believed she would have wanted any male. He would also deny the the lurid thought that briefly entered his mind, and blame it on the allure of her scent. Nothing could happen here. He was promised to the alpha female, and fully intent on siring pups with her and her alone.

"I know it's hard. It will pass," he said, and taking a chance, he lowered himself to his haunches, casting away the stern alpha posturing and attempting to root himself to the spot, less he be coaxed into acting on the intense demand of nature. "I cannot allow you to breed right now, but perhaps later, when you find yourself a mate and after my own offspring have been born. I would see no reason to deny my beta female a family of her own then," he offered, lifting his brows as his mouth quirked into a small, impish smile.