Mudminnow River you're not better than me, damn you

her abrupt warmth toward him triggered alarm bells of a kind in colt's head, but her yielding, feminine frame and deep eyes had him far too distracted to listen.
"not a wife kind'o man, darlin'," he rasped in a low tone. he nosed into her shoulders again, a long growl vibrating in his throat. "yew the killin' type, miz may?"
he nipped toward the back of her head, staying the power of his teeth at the last.