Dragoncrest Cliffs Dynasty

Wildfire did not fully anticipate the sexual tension that emanated between herself and Dio when the Wocha arrived. She wanted to go to him, lick his face and rub her body against his. She resisted the impulse, feeling a little traitorous. She must overrule the whims of her heat, at least until Thuringwethil got here. Despite having the commander's blessing for this pairing, Wildfire would never let it come to fruition until she received her mate's explicit consent in the moment.

To say that she was dismayed when the Heda arrived only to force herself between Wildfire and Dio, then declare that now was not the right time, would have been an egregious understatement. She felt a Molotov cocktail of emotions, ranging from indignation to despair. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to come up with a response. She defaulted to feeling extremely defensive, which was very peculiar; the Bandrona had never been at such odds with Thuringwethil.

"You—you're going to deny me this...?" The words barely scraped past her partially frozen lips. There was heartbreak in her chestnut eyes. Perhaps it was just her hormones and emotions getting away with her, yet Wildfire was convinced that their bond might not survive it if the commander reached out and snatched her dream from her at the critical moment. She had not anticipated that something would stand in her way, after all: her own mate.