Bearclaw Valley you need cooling

Cole chuckled low in his throat, the sound rough but warm as he listened to her. There was always something about the way she spoke to him, soft and steady, like the river outside their den. A force of nature, but gentle in the way it shaped him. He could pretend all he wanted that he was the unmovable one, but she had a way of pulling him under without even trying.
That right? he drawled, amusement flickering in his tone. Gonna tie me down, keep me home all day? You think I’d let you? He knew damn well he would. He’d let her do just about anything if she asked sweet enough, and she always did.
Her scent was different tonight, curling around them like the warmth of summer before the first heat of the day. It wasn’t lost on him. His head dipped, brushing his muzzle along the curve of her neck, slow, unhurried. You got me now, don’t you? His voice dropped to something quieter, something meant just for her. Ain’t goin’ anywhere.
For tonight, at least, she could have what she wanted.