Arrow Lake abbatia

he went willingly, almost atremble as meadow pulled at his hard frame. her slender figure moved beneath him; he felt the clench of her arms and met the fevered roaming of her lips with his own, wanting to hear again her throated little sound, to make it more.

meadow was in all his senses; a handful of seconds left to them, his teeth moving gently over her shoulder in a near-possessive nip —

and then meadow was shouting his name and awareness flooded back like a knife to his skull as he landed nimbly and saw too late the cat upon her.

her scream felt as though he had swallowed glass.

whatever guilt he might have felt for being the progenitor of the moment which compromised them both was washed aside in the cold narrowing of his mind. he did not wait another second to strike, aiming teeth at the base of the animal's skull with bone-breaking intent.

murder shone in his eyes.

perhaps the creature would be the scapegoat for the juddering red rage that rose again to choke him.