Whitefish River Bump In The Night

As she worked her way up his neck and nibbled on his ears his tail thudded against the ground with succession. The beat far slower compared to the accelerando of his heartbeat. At this rate, there was no going back unless she stopped it, which seemed unlikely. He had been holding himself back till his point, a difficult feat for the passionate male. 

These were the best circumstances he had faced, however. They had met before this, they had a pre-establish relationship that wasn't only intimate. They were in of the pack and there were no other parties involved. The perfect concoction Howl could ask for to turn around his promiscuous ways. To, for a second time in his life, devoted himself to one singular individual.

He turned his muzzle into her neck, his first sign of advance, as he took a deep wif of her scent. With a deep exhale and the escape of a low growl, he began to sensually bite on her neck. Migrating to her jawline his nibbles turned to licks as he gazed into her eyes. "I... I want you... you. And if you feel the same... I am... all yours" a lewd grin shown on his muzzle accompanying his pledge as he licked her cheeks.