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There were seven. They would go bad soon, she knew. Meerkat divided them: four to one side, three to the other. A soft snort from her husband made her glance over at him. Smiling warmly, she looked to the eggs again and nosed them closer to a cut of bison meat laid out on the floor. She bent to sniff it, mouth watering.

When she straightened, her husband pressed up against her back, his head hooked over her shoulder. Meerkat gave a soft oh of surprise, quickly melting back against him. She slanted her face to touch her muzzle to his cheek, tongue darting out to catch his whiskers in an airy kiss.

Good morning, mo chride. I was just sorting breakfast… she murmured, voice trailing off when Njord’s warmth drew away.

Then his teeth were nibbling along her neck. Meerkat’s head dropped toward her chest with another oh… as it sparkled something inside her, a glittering warmth that fanned from the top of her spine all the way out to her extremities.

As much as she enjoyed the nibbles, she wished for something a little more… ardent, after a moment. She straightened her neck and nudged her husband backward with her hips, hoping he would understand that she wanted him to grasp her more tightly—with his teeth, even, if he wished—and hold her close, as close as two could ever get.

Breakfast could wait.