Bearclaw Valley [m] You can be everything you want to be before your time

She writhed and wriggled as one limb caught her like a hook, murmuring a rumble of approval as he drew them closer and closer together. She arched her back like a cat, to feel the hard plate of his chest against her backbone, to feel the hollow behind his ribcage with the top of her hips. She lifted her head and sipped a dram of air, felt herself burn as if a sun’s ray had reached out to pierce her. Parted lips begged for more- quietly at first, before raising into a rhythmic mantra, spoken on broken, guttural breaths. 

She choked on her own words and was left with her jaw hanging open, eyes tearing up as warmth engulfed her. Her limbs shook as a deep shudder rattled her frame, steadied only by her square stance and the weight of her mate keeping her feet planted. She gasped, drew in breath that brought feeling back into her extremities, finally, and crooned a keening note to her mate.