Moonspear [m] doppelgangland

Fade or continue, up to you!

Argent stood on the edge of a precipice, his pale gaze studying hers of warmth, amusement pulling at the corners of his mouth as she trailed her own kisses to him—words purring of being the right woman for at least the night.

It was a dangerous slope—knowing the raindrop was of mind to take many lovers and explore many avenues of her clan—and so he could have certainly rumbled that she indeed was the right woman—but to what end, when she only sought for a moment? And he—his own exploration at least for this night would be of her, and the joys of companionship and kinship with another pack mate.

The idea of her sides swelling with the life of her and his children was a tempting one—the feel of her in his arms something that indeed felt right. For now, he could enjoy the moment—and so he sought her, to learn of her—not just the small moments of teasing conversation but of the more intimate gestures of the she-wolf and what enjoyment she found. How she wanted to be held—to be kissed.

How, for if only tonight, she wanted to be loved.