The Sunspire [m] teal arrow

He pressed.

He was small, but she was smaller, and he bore down on her with a purpose. Bearing the blows and snaps of her teeth, he reached for the nape of her neck and aimed to press her down, 

to—

"It'll hurt a little," Agrippa murmured, holding his scruff fast, his body tight. "But I want you, boy. I need you."

Hex let out a sob of a breath, yearning and hurting all the same.