Hideaway Strath When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

The wraith froze, her body still, her breath caught in her throat as a warm delicious voice rumbled along her core. She liked how her name rolled off his tongue, but she found herself liking his little pet names more.  

Her eyes slid shut and her body sought comfort shifting to press her hip against any part of him. 

Her maw parted, she wanted to answer him with words, but those had never been her strong suit, instead she licked her lips slowly and looked over her shoulder at him with heavy lidded eyes. 

Her gaze moved over his masculine form his coloured pelt his thick jaws, and the thought of those jaws claiming her neck, him claiming her. Heat rose under her pelt her skin burned with desire and more then ever before she longed for his touch, felt like it was only he who could tame the fire burning within her. 

Thoughts of him with that white witch, she quickly squashed with a grin, He was here with her, and here in this moment, He was hers, and hers alone. 

She finally came up with something to say, her voice low and husky “Lonely” she instinctively lifted her tail and waved it, spreading her very feminine scent, though she didn’t quite understand what or why her body wanted, just that she did.