Starglow Basin Serpent

it is only his softness for leto that stays his fangs now as the man dances out of reach. 

soto is above all else, a man of reason —  but the ghosts of niño and juarez howl now, demanding deliverance. 

he lifts his chin above that of the lesser male, his tail arcing over muscled spine. 

leto may beg, but soto’s running the ship here — no one else. he advances past the ivory she-wolf, pinning the stranger with a gaze imbued with hunger. un hombre arrogante no m sirve de nada. such men made poor loyalists — leaving the sides of their women cold as they moved onto the next adventure. o tu. 

he advances once more, lip curling  one last chance for leto’s lover to show his place. soto’s single eye appraises the challenger, glittering with a fervid malice all to eager to be indulged.