Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole gave a small shake of his head, the shadow of a grin tracing his lips. Not quite, he drawled, gaze shifting from her to the area around them. It’s where a gatherin' is for a pack hunt. I’ll be headin' back home with them. The implication hung there, both an explanation and an invitation in his tone.

He closed the gap between them, his breath warm as he leaned in, his rough tongue sweeping across the missed spot on her muzzle with a firm, insistent touch. The texture of his tongue was unyielding but careful, intent on wiping her clean. She didn’t flinch or turn away, her gaze staying steady on him, and he couldn’t help but admire her composure beneath the closeness.

Satisfied, he drew back and met her gaze once more, a question flickering in his eyes. Would you like to join?