Redsand Canyon The Fire Once Dormant...It Sparks

His plan seems to have worked. He distracted her, while also getting a little something out of it as well. Honestly, for a moment, he’s keen to loose himself in the moment. He would gladly die at the teeth of the beautiful she wolf right now as she squeezes his through in between her jaws in a powerful dominating position and action. The brindled male feels shivers run down his spine and side, like spiders crawling down his body and burying themselves into his dark pelt. He struggles to inhale, but is able to do so enough to not actually pass out. His molten gold eyes roll back and he lets loose a deep, raspy growl. Fuck—. He loves that shit. He can’t fucking help it. He wants to lose himself in the moment but suddenly he’s resurrected from the dead and his blown pupils are visible once more. 

They glance to Nyra, filled with a devilish mischief. His previously opened mouth widens into a smirk, showing rows of dangerous fangs. Next think they know is Donovan kicks out her back hind legs and he’s easily switching their positions. Inhaling a much needed breath he sighs down to the shewolf below him. Golden irises disappearing for a second as they flutter closed and reopen to look to her, absolutely not ashamed at all by what just transpired between them.

“Gotcha.” Is all he says down to her, a teasing wink in tow.