Bramblepoint 'cause I am the [m]aster of maintaining my disguise

Kallik lowered his head some to allow her better access as she reached up to nip at the back of his neck. Until now, he had done all the touching, but feeling her teeth against his skin made the muscles of his stomach tighten with soul-deep desire.

He would let her explore wherever she liked for as long as he could bear not running his nose through her coat and pulling in her maddening scent. He nuzzled her nape again and then grabbed it with his teeth and held on. He was fervent in his affection now; he didn't want to wait any longer.

But he would give her another chance to push him away if she had changed her mind for some reason. And then if she allowed it, he would continue on, pulling her beneath him and finally giving in to the need pulsing through his veins.