Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

Midar chuckled again, dealing another nip of fake reprimand to Alarian's chest. I think fair is exactly what it is considering what you just did, he teased, no trace of anger in his voice. In fact, I think you deserve more punishment, he added, a mischievous expression spreading across his dark face. He began to move down his mate's chest, biting and licking until he got to the soft, sensitive skin of his abdomen. The beast delivered a nip and a soft lick in the same place, lingering there intentionally for a few seconds, his mouth close enough to Alarian's body that he could feel his warm breath hit the skin and move back towards his nose . Then, repeating his pattern of affections, Midar made his way back up to his lover's chest again, stopping when he had reached the top once more and glancing back up at his lover to gauge his reaction.