Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] nomajoka

Their bodies entwined, and yet Anselm’s mind was leagues away. He stirred as he felt her shift and pull, turning her gaze upon him with a burning question. 

Vhat? Anselm choked, still lustdrunk with listless energy. He moved abruptly, feeling cold wind stir where his fur had been warmed by her touch before. Vhat?! He repeated again, bracing his front limbs before him and pushing abruptly to a stand. 

You cannot be serious. Anselm, who had only ever known a bachelor life, could not marry the concept of pursuing his natural urges with a lifetime of shared intimacy and commitment. Staring down the barrel of his life’s future — with Etienne pushed to the sidelines — brought forth a desperate fight or flight instinct in him. No. That is insane. He growled, tail arcing above his hips.