Jade Fern Grove give me that secret hush i must yes i do need [m]

She calmed, and he relaxed with her, shaking his head at her question. Her foreign words were, he assumed, expounding upon her previous short query in the common tongue. Oh, how wrong he was.

No, I'm not alone, Vercingetorix said softly. But they are not close. I. . . The brute stepped closer to her again, the wanting winning out against distrust. He towered over her, his bi-colored gaze blinking down at her, and he let his muzzle dip to caress the side of her cheek, against her throat, where the pulse was soft and quick, the slender curve of her neck. . .

I have a lot of time, he whispered, bringing his lips to the shell of her ear again. He tugged the lobe gently with his teeth, expecting--desiring--the backlash that would come from such a touch.