Moonspear [M] Dream on

It was not fear that any wolf should have of Alaric. Just that it was entirely possible he could never love them back. Never trust anyone enough to be vulnerable as he had been once upon a time.

A soft lick to her neck and ear if he could reach. Alright?

His voice a quiet whisper, but roughened by the current haze of lust that had overtaken all neurons of his brain.

He squeezed her gently. Hoping he hadn't hurt her. He invited her to participate with touches and small yips. But she was mostly silent.

When both were sated. A soft grunt and he stood still holding her tightly. While he caught his breath.