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She made a mental checklist as her mate spoke, keen to get him everything he wanted. They’d come this far, this was no time to settle. Her tail lashed determinedly, then slowed to a softer wag when Riley made a point to choose their territory based on its offerings as far as whelping dens.

Her belly did a funny thing then, as she marveled at Riley’s focus on their future offspring. It dipped and swooped in a way she’d never quite felt before. Suddenly, she wanted to be closer to him. So she went, pressing her smaller frame against his in a familiar fashion, though Masque whined under her breath when it felt like she couldn’t get close enough.

That made her think of what must come before welcoming the puppies. Masquerade sucked in a breath so deep, it felt like it scooped the air out of the bottom of her lungs. Her skin prickled with heat as her mind wandered down a path that once hadn’t interested her at all. Now, she was keenly interested. It was disarming how badly she suddenly wanted to consummate their relationship.

Riley, she murmured after a moment, her voice a low, sultry rumble, this probably goes without saying but I’ve never been with a man. Masque paused, long tail suddenly resorting to its earlier twitch. Have you…? she wondered about his experience, paying no attention to her comedic phrasing.