Redsand Canyon lush flowers taken for granted

At his short reply Donovan hums quietly in acknowledgment. The brindled male meets the others heated gaze in the middle as Merrick dares to pad closer. There’s electricity building between them, a deadly force that when combined will leave nothing but destruction for those that cross them. They’re deadly — lethal, something to be feared among these lands. The two of them — the Saints, Ursus are not something those other packs are prepared for.

Donovan can feel the heat raising, like he’s been dropped onto the surface of the sun, boiling him up. Especially as the coy bumps their chests together, the smaller of the two holds strength even though Donovan is so much bigger than him. So he does just as Merrick means to, he takes an easy step back and gazes dangerously down towards the other. 

Though where his eyes hold no malice, they hold something much hotter — the heat of pleasure obvious within them. Donovan even chuckles at the tease, the sound surely felt through their joined chests. “I could show you something.” He hums back. “I rather have them red with blood.” He almost growls then, craning his neck down to bite at the coy’s scruff and lick a long stripe down to his shoulder blades. “Don’t tempt me, Merrick. We’re in public.” Comes his own surly reply. Voice husky and tipped with pleasure, sultry and undeniable is his wants. The tease itself is quoted from what the coy said earlier. Even though Merrick had to have known that Donovan could give a fuck where they were.