The Heartwood blackwound

mel. it was simple. nice. the rain sluiced through her fur. she gently nipped the tip of sayf's ear, turning as reno joined them. the air soon grew misted with the mingling of their body warmth. "reno." teya felt daring. she moved to join he and sayf, brushing her body against the cowboy's own.
though the raven did not linger, a spark raced through her, one that she had not felt since —
it was the physical, she told herself, the hungers in her body that were unsatisfied. her mind dragged bridget to her innermost vision, but teya refused to quail.
"what do you like about rain?" she asked both of them, circling and arriving back beside sayf. in many ways the safety of quiet he gave her, first at the palace, and now in her lie, brought a thrill to her as well. the sensations grew, sparkling.