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His teeth teased gently along the fur and skin of her nape, his nostrils flaring as he took in her delicious scent. This was what he needed—a moment where nothing else existed, except for an act that could be completely uncomplicated. Especially when the season had yet to occur—he could indulge himself for this time.

Any frustration and remorse he held as his relationship had burned past repair was temporarily forgotten. The shadowrunner rumbled lowly in his chest, casting her a harsher nip to her flank as he began to press her away from his lands—lest his kids come upon the scene. “Not here,” he murmured against her ear, tracing the lobe with his nose before he pivoted completely behind her, his muzzle tracing along the pitch black fur of her spine and to nestle at the base of her tail. “How lucky am I that you came to my borders,” he continued, his eyes intense as he looked up to her, his teeth nipping to her flank then.