Noctisardor Bypass Be my rest, be my fantasy

Fig was entranced by her. There was no simpler way to put it. Even as the alluring scent of her season faded, his enchantment with her didn’t. She was clever, beautiful, and so full of life and spirit. He didn’t know how to look at her without being overtaken.

He brushed his lips against hers with a contented hum. ”And you wonder why so many men want to follow you home…” he murmured into her fur as he trailed his nose along her jawline. He took a breath to calm himself against his baser desires before he asked, ”Tell me about this pack of yours?”