Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

"she's the only woman for me," merrick shot back pointedly, leaning against ulysses, filling his senses wash over with the impressive masculine strength of the man that had always been his protector. single eye blazed as he pulled away, and then merrick was turning, backing into a copse of trees with his teeth playfully tugging ulysses' ruff, the fur of his shoulders.
as the shadows dappled, he drew in a ragged breath. this was not something he had done before; he was rightfully nervous, but the silver-eyed man had ensnared him, brought his new lusts to waking. 
he preened ulysses with a low whine, then whirled, snaking his hips back against the warrior. a folding of his ears; merrick's interest was clear, was aching and impatient.