Starglow Basin corazon

She seemed then so far removed from the brash woman who had come to them. There was a new vulnerability, a suppleness waiting to be sculpted by his paw, a sweet capitulation he sought in the fair breeding of women he would take to mate.

His eyes burned over her now. He desired her. There, in the fields, where any could come upon their rut. His lips pull to a heady grin and a broad forward step brings his cold nose to graze the edge of her cheek.

“I would have you with me, Saya.”

But the basin. Its beauty, its teal waters and russet spires– it was to be Soto’s empire, and the alluring halcón woman his to savor.

Osiel would not stay. His purpose lay elsewhere, far from the empty desert. His red eyes say as much, even as a paw pulls her roughly against his chest.