Panther Park [m] i thought that i would hurt myself

there were no thoughts in his mind: not really. what urges him forth as she approaches just enthusiastically as he did her was instinct. oh, he might very well reap what he sowed as he took her to bed but he was only thinking with one portion of his body: and not the one with common sense.

and if arktos was a decent man before ground zero, he knows he wasn't in the here and now. a decent man wouldn't take a woman who was not his wife to bed. a decent man would put up boundaries that arktos is actively tearing down.

when they reach one another, he is brazen as he reaches out to touch her cheek fur, to taste; looking to grow more intoxicated by being in this unbearably close proximity to her. achingly close, but not close enough.