Greatwater Lake Unmendable Heart

A shiver ran through her, traveling from nose to tail in a split second, as his mouth found her neck. She had not been this intimate with any man in a few months, not since meeting that guy near the mountains a couple weeks before her father died and shit went down. She had not noticed the absence of lust in her life, and yet, now presented with it, craved it, yearned for it.

It was like hunger. Something staved off for a long while, yet after one bite you desired the entire carcass.

Miyako moaned, a sound lodged deep in her throat, and ran her muzzle down the crest of his neck and the bulk of his chest, letting her teeth gently graze him. She barely knew Howl, didn't even know what he was like, and yet she wanted nothing more for him to possess her, at least for this one afternoon.

"Oh, damn," she whispered, her voice caught between a sigh and a laugh. "Look at us getting into trouble."