Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

They were close now, her standing over him, voice and eyes gentle, nurturing. It was a position he had not been in for years. He swallowed thickly, her scent wrapping around him. That primal insinct of wrong again rose.. but how could that be so? How could Nix order the death of someone like her? Like Clarence? No..there had to be something missing. Something others didn't understand. 
she chided him about the honey and he gave a wry smile. "My mother was a healer, if you can believe it- I'm better with poisonous things...and killing. I'm very good at that." 
He held no pride in those words, Mercenary was a trade. A job. A use and title placed upon him. 
He gasped as her tongue caressed his flesh, and his heart raced against the walls of his ribs, his stomach flopped about excitedly. Who was this incubbus? She was as non masculine as one could be...and as her breath wafted against him he wanted to spend every day with her. The pack she named was not one he knew, and his tail thumped the ground. 
"Im from the south. Black Cliffs... outside of this range. It's...a long story."  He wanted to tell it. And he wanted her to tell hers. And he wanted to know everything about this other pack she smelled like.