Ravensblood Forest light of my life, fire of my loins [m]

Her pulse quickened beneath each lingering kiss, her flesh and fur hot with each pinch of his teeth, and before long Jinx was panting and frantic. He explored her body, and likewise she revered his: her teeth combed through his bloodied locks, tongue lashing feverishly over his pelt, the taste of which came the closest to ambrosia she might ever taste. Another wolf might have gagged, but Jinx had been weaned on war and blood, albeit not literally... And Lecter was the subject of all her worship. To him, she was more powerfully devoted than to her own Gods.

She felt his body, larger and yet thinner with hunger, press against her side and a thin sound of desire wound past her lips. She pressed them to his ribs fervently, reverently, and with the steady pounding of her heart and the beat that had taken up residence in her nether region, preened the fur there. Her teeth, nose, tongue, and lips all sought his flesh with a necessity she didn't wholly understand; to touch him had been but a dream of late, but he was here...

The shaman parted from her side, prowling behind her with what she could only assume was desire mirroring her own. Her head tilted so she could watch him through one lust-hazed eye as his cheek pressed firmly against her hip. A wave of warmth hit her, originating from where his body pressed, and she could bear it no longer. Her paws danced beneath her as she readjusted herself, and with an impatient and needy whine to urge him on, she pulled forward, separating them by a pace. Simultaneously, her tail waved pendulum-like, tempting and beckoning him to take what was his. Instinct made certain she held it aside for him, begging him to claim what they both desperately wanted him to have.