Lion Head Mesa If it was never yours to begin with, take it anyway

His response was not unexpected and highly welcomed, yet there was a little voice in the back of her mind saying not yet. And, well, they weren’t wrong, per sé—just annoyingly so. It would be extremely unwise in pack lands to be caught with your metaphorical pants down.

A laugh bubbled from her as she felt the heat in his voice and read the unspoken wants in his eyes. “Easy, now.” She sauntered to the front of him, giving him a gentle nip to the nose. “Not yet, sugar. Soon. It would be a different story among our own, but these others are not ours and I highly doubt they’d enjoy the show.” Not that she truly cared, but she also wanted to live another day.

Especially another day if it involved the object of her obsession.