Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

His "attack" was successful, and he looked down at Alarian a little smugly once they met the ground. Midar felt the other man squirm beneath him, and a low chuckle rumbled between them. The teeth in his shoulder didn't cause him to move from atop his mate; they only made the beast smirk a little and apply even more of his weight as he leaned down to graze his own teeth across his lover's neck. I know you weren't trying to bury me, Midar teasingly purred into his ear, offering a nip to the skin there as a faux-reprimand. He had no intention of letting Alarian up anytime soon, set on making him pay for tricking him and then pushing him into the hole behind them, but he was looking forward to seeing how else he tried to wriggle free.