Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

Had his smile always looked that way?

Crowfeather was glued to the eagle’s features. Each shift in his expression was a revelation. The careful gleam of yellowpaint eyes filled him with want, bubbling like a hot spring. The shadow could scarcely hold the energy in his limbs. It felt as though his blood would pump free of his body.

Germanicus ate and Crowfeather brushed his paws against his face to dry the wet fur.

When he had ruffled his dark features into spiked tufts, he turned his attention back to the other man. His chest ached, hands outstretched in hungry desire.

Boldness found the shadow’s heart. He drew nearer to the eagle and found his lips tracing the jutting lines of his shoulders to the dip of his back.