Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

His answer left her feeling ... something. Not quite jealous, per se, though there was a hint of that ... but more inadequate. How ridiculous that this wolf who said he loved her was busy getting laid and Wylla, a free agent in almost all regards, had a snatch full of cobwebs. Ah, she said tonelessly.

Yeah, maybe she was a little jealous, not out of possession but out of insufficiency.

Then he stepped over a boundary to ask if she had enjoyed it. She felt something flare in her belly, but it wasn't the warmth of arousal when remembering how Tiercel was conceived. No, she grouched in a voice on the low edge of a growl. Not at him! Her sex with Raptor had lacked any enjoyment at all and the memory of it was unpleasant.

He was trying to kick my ass first, she said. It was terrible. A double wound, then; she hadn't been laid in an age and the only time she had had been a hateful affair, devoid of warmth or intimacy.

A little more fiercely than she intended, Wylla asked, does your mate lead your pack with you? And why, why, would her confuse her and intrigue her and terrify her by confessing his love if he already had a woman to share his bed?!

Not that she wanted it, it took more than a confession to make her pursue a man, but why ...!