Blacktail Deer Plateau rowan [m]

He could've proposed they formalize their bond, labeling it a mate-ship. He could've dropped an I love you on Lasher's eagerly expectant ears. Peregrine could tell that Lasher was patiently hanging on his every word, as always eager to give freely of himself.

Yet Peregrine wanted to be the giver, at long last. "I want to make love to you," he began, which was perhaps anticlimactic. By now, he had mounted Lasher dozens of times. "With my mouth," he finished in a sultry voice, feeling his heart beating faster in his chest. "Just bear with me... if I suck at it," he jested lightly.