Greatwater Lake (M) Butterflies taste through their feet.

aw, fuck, fuck.

she was making him run?

in any other situation, aditya would have given up, no doubt. but the smell wafting off the woman—especially as she ran—spurred him on. enough, at least, to make a pursuit.

he loped along, and barked her way, a growl rising in his throat. watching those dark hindquarters with a gimlet gaze. . .

an uncomfortable fullness at his belly, ready to spill over.