Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

When she turns away from him, there’s an inkling of worry that he’d lost his chance. His purpose, gone in a flash when he’d been unable to hold himself back. He’s soothed, for a brief moment, when she finally turns back and accepts the silent apology. His tail swishes once behind him, causing a sway in his hips that sinks his stomach about his balance but he withstands the urge to drop to the ground and instead holds her just a little tighter.

The request is met with silence, but not unheard, and he’s trying to sort his thoughts. He’s reeling from thinking he’d lost his chance to be handed something in response to a daring action. This time, however, had been a success. His claim to her body had given him enough leverage to at least get his foot in the door. Eyes rest heavy against her features as his tongue slicks along the corner of her mouth. 

“Be my mate,” he tells her in reply, a simple yes for a yes. He does not love her, he barely knows her, but their consummate can’t go unignored. He’d be walking into her territory as the male that had claimed her and he’s set to become the only one from there on out. Even when they separate, she’d be no less his, and he’s going to make sure everyone knows it.