Hideaway Strath [M] How loud are the drums of war

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The season for most female wolves has come. A most dangerous and temping time for a man, an alpha, such as Kynareth. He hardly has any self control anyhow, but when he’s presented with a she-wolf in her ripest stage of her heat he swears he loses all good conscience. Worse than usual anyhow. 

It’s only then that such a sweet scent wafts his way and he finds his body shuddering at the smell. Oh, he knows that scent. It’s Whrist, but her scent is so much more alluring than it usually is, and to him, that’s detrimental to his mental and physical health. He inhales large breathes of it and he too begins searching for her. God, he feels like such an animal, not that he doesn’t usually, but christ it’s like he can hardly control himself. 

His paws move him forward and he licks at his whiskered chops, black tongue moving over his teeth and lips in anticipation. Oh, he’s hungry. Just as hungry as he bets Whrist is. 

Then he finally finds her and he can’t stop the sultry grin that spreads over his face. “Sweetheart,” He says with such a devilish glint in his eye no one would be able to misconstrue his intentions. “you smell absolutely intoxicating.” He purrs as he moves to brush himself against her. 

His large head brushes her cheek after he laps at her own muzzle. He buries his face in the nape of her neck and bites. His canines pinching her in a delightfully sinful way before smoothing down the rest of her body. He nips at her rump as well before shivering at her scent. 

“Fuck.” He grunts. “When did you go into heat, darling?” He dares to ask.