Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

The world around them blurred, Viinturuth's focus only for the she-wolf who'd so willingly presented herself. He moved to embrace her with more confidence as she pressed herself against his chest, reaching to gather her waist into the circle of his strong forelimbs. Viinturuth leaned into her with a shuddering breath, hot among the rugged guard hairs of her nape. He enjoyed her, every sensation she provided, and worked hard to make her realise that her decision to choose him was worthwhile.

When their dance was over, he mouthed at her flank with a crooning note - though was quick to become aware of clearwater eyes upon his hide. The silver wolfess had not seemed as eager to choose him as her companion before, but perhaps she'd been spurred by the caress of her inexperienced young lover. He gazed right back with bedroom eyes, the sweep of his tongue over a canine enough to communicate his intentions. She tasted him with a snaking tongue and the fire within him burned brighter.

Viinturuth was more careful with her, aware suddenly of the absence of a limb that could unsteady her, though as they began he was no less passionate. He growled his satisfaction into the space between her shoulder blades, encouraged her pleasure to mount with his own, and by the conclusion of their coupling he was warmed and content.

Never before had he enjoyed the company of two she-wolves, so he would linger for as long as they would accept his company. Viinturuth was more than willing to share his body again if they so desired, and he flitted his burgundy gaze between them to determine whether they wished for him to remain.