Cassiopeia's View [M]anipulate the strings to get a better view

he felt her tongue. her teeth. her nose. all teasing against his flesh. 

nipping lightly at her muzzle, he growled in warning. unless you're ready to go again, you'd better cut that out. 

or maybe she did. in that which case, he wouldn't deny her. 

Ace.. he offered then, a small grunt following. 

and yes, you are mine. he couldn't help but grin wolfishly at that. she understood her place with him now, without him even having to explain it. was it a coincidence that they'd melded together so easily?