Silver Creek A rose, beautiful and thorny

His words, purred into her ear felt like hot chocolate in a cold morning. He was a wizard of words, a master of seduction, and for as much as Prialux liked to believe it was her claws that had trapped him the truth was a hazy disappointment. She leaned in for more, allowing her fur to caress his own, but she had leaned too far right when Grayson pulled away from her and almost lost her balance. She collected herself to snap back to reality, and rose to take delicate steps behind Grayson's strong haunches. 'Damn, that's what you call an ass'