Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

Perhaps he'd still accepted if she'd said no and in a way he is. They weren't real mates. A makeshift family they'd put together, for the time being, and he'd present as the male shed chosen to sure her children. A thought that hadn't much been in his mind even if he knew the likely outcome. The whole point of her body being receptive and luring him. She'd accepted to being a family then, if only for a while, and he feels his whole frame soften.

Her grip on him weakness and the swelling goes down just enough, so that a tug that's not as gentle as it should be, breaks them free. He whines another apology and licks the spot behind her ear, gently preening the fur there. "You should rest," he murmurs then, shifting his weight awkwardly around tender and over sensitive flesh.