Bearclaw Valley But if you’re so smart

She leaned into variegated fur, smiling as his lips brushed against her ears. She blinked slowly, a cat reveling in the touch of a master's hand, both gentle and addictive. With each touch, her need for more grew until her pupils dilated and she pulled back to regard him with a wild, onyx stare tempered only by the fluttering of her eyelashes. 

A soft growl, and her hackles raised. She braced herself for him, welcoming the carelessness of making love in a wild, open place.