Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt settling

He knew well the rank permitted.. she was just..so much younger, and it was so shortly after his mate’s passing. That sensation was his to provide. Not hers. It was betrayal to even consider it, right? 

Right? 

Then he’d already betrayed him. Maybe his mind hadn’t, but his body most definitely had. Familiar warmth flooded his underside. He wanted to be sickened by it. He wanted a lot of things right now. 

But he stood still this time, unable to bring himself to leave. He should leave. 

A cautious glance swept the area, then returned to her, widened eyes growing soft as he took in her appearance.

He told her no. He wished he’d told her no. But his greying muzzle only uttered ”Not here..” 

He wanted so badly to regret it, but it felt like his mind was full. The smell. Her. Like there was no room for regret. Only the dwindling, sorry excuse for a conscience, of which he’d willingly—or unwillingly, let die off.