Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

He whispers her name. Has it ever sounded more lovely?

The entirety of her body responds with aching desire. She’s taken into his embrace and in turn pushes the bridge of her nose up beneath his jaw, lips coming to hover over the warm flesh of his throat-

His hesitation stills her. The coywolf inhales a breath, eyes fluttering to open. The edge of her cheek traces back along his shadowed stole until her gaze is filled with the whole of his own.

She studies him; his proud cheekbones and determined jaw, the onyx-tipped ears that taper sharply at their ends. He was hardened, like a stone.

But it is his sunrise eyes, she realizes. That piece she had been trying to figure in him- the harried look he carried of one who had known grief. An inward sensation stings at her chest...

Before she knows what she intends, Eset's lips come down upon the scar torn across his face, joining it with her kiss.

“I don’t want it to be,” she murmurs after, holding her breath to his mark.