Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

if she sought to wend him close, sugarsticky and charming, she succeeded only in deepening the edge of his intrigued suspicion. an exile with darkblood eyes, one who moved with a careless grace and seemed not even to fear the multi-scarred king of the valley looming close to her now.
reckless, heady, the lilt of her tongue and shift of her hips promising that she has made many a man fall. the corvid would be dismayed at once, and — merrick remembered the bloody end that revui's woman had met at the end of his queen's teeth.
this time he would give her no reason to doubt him.
he wet his lips. "quite a story," merrick purred, unyielding at her closeness. "i have a pack. but its dangers are more settled. unlike you."
the bearwolf was warming to her dance, and tilted his head at pandora. go on.