Great Bear Wilderness amore es tu

Oh if that man could just go fuck right off a cliff sometime now would be nice. His scent along hovering in the air was enough to keep Abaddon grounded and not lunging at the woman to try and make this a lot more interesting than it was. 

Even just a taste for that season of hers. 

Did it make a difference to her blood in any way? —

Just two. He would keep vague, did he mean who as in her and that other two, or two not including her? What would she assume?

— He liked to think it tasted sweeter. 

Like berries in late summer, warmed by the sun.

Oh how it made his mouth water.

Made his mouth tingle with anticipation of something delicious.

But that fucking man nearby.