Grouse Thicket [m] fear the lioness, paint her face black and golden

if soto loved anything of the world, it was the plunge from icewater reality into the molten touch of carnal flesh. he roved every inch of this stranger, discovering the hard knots of healed scars as they rose into peaks along her spine, to the soft warmth of her receiving him — all his world to explore as he pleased.

he loved the simplicity of it. the chase and the reward. the hard bend of two bodies pressed against each other. the tension.

he was hardly uncoupled from her when she rose again, the sinuous cant of her full hips inviting him for another expedition.

a rare smile flitted briefly across soto’s hungering face as he reached for her anew. the first time had been sensual but too short for his liking — this time would be done to his pace, as this she-wolf had only scarcely whetted the tip of his appetite.