Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

"You're insufferable," Peregrine said to his mate, oblivious to the state of his pupils, though he felt like he could suddenly see a lot better (out of his single sighted eye, anyway). He rotated his head, testing out his inexplicably upgraded night vision, only to freeze and hiss through his teeth at a sudden and intense stiffness in his neck.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered, gritting his teeth. "Muscle cramp," he explained to his mate, in case she was wondering why he was swearing under his breath. And just like that, the pain ceased and he was given full range of motion. His vision seemed to have returned to normal too. Peregrine wondered if he should be concerned about any of that... but he felt fine.

In fact, he felt good. A little overly stuffed still... but good. And he was ready for yet another round of lovemaking. He hadn't strayed far from Fox's backside, so he just scooted forward a few inches and mashed his chest up against her buttocks, which he sank his teeth into.