Fairspell Meadow I

Your name is love, he murmured, grinning. Very fitting. He curled his body 'round her, teeth preening at the fur between her shoulder blades.

You are divine, Vasya purred, resisting the urge to seize the nape of her neck and climb atop her. 

But the instinct was just a heartbeat away. 

I can forget about witch, he murmured, with love at my side. 

Her scent was intoxicating, and Vasiliy realized he was no more a one-woman wolf than anyone who'd tried and failed to claim that title. 

He wanted her. And he knew he had her.