Firefly Glen And only so many hours in a day

a similar jealousy found root in ancelin as he watched ameline traipse toward him with a tall and well-muscled man at her side.
shaking himself free of where he had been wrestling with two of the girls, the bearclaw rolled to his feet and approached. tailwave for his queen, kiss for her cheek, and only then did the indigo eyes shift sideways to appraise the dude.
"who's this?" ancelin asked, managing to remain friendly despite the clawing masculine sense of territoriality he always felt when she was around. ameline experienced it too for him, he was sure, a goodly part of the fire between them.