Bitterroot Valley I waited for you

sega felt the brush of her kiss like a spark struck to tinder—small, quick, but enough to set something roaring through him.

she began to pull back.

he did not let her.

a low breath left him as he hooked his muzzle beneath her jaw and drew her in again, firmer this time, stealing another kiss from the corner of her mouth. and when she broke from that one—only barely—he followed, lips grazing down the line of her neck in soft, warm presses. slow. hungry. he would stop the instant she stiffened, but if she allowed it, he trailed those kisses until his nose touched her shoulder.

hn, he rumbled against her skin, voice gone thick. angel tell her mother this.

he lifted his head just enough to see her eyes, golden gaze fierce and tender all at once.

what else you say, hm?

a teasing edge, but edged with curiosity. and something deeper—something that wanted to know everything.