Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

breath shuddering in her throat at the towering of his avid frame, the touch of his teeth, mona vibrated with an answering growl, one of invitation. despite the already darkened colour of her gaze, the cardinal's eyes seemed to devour the seawolf's approaching figure with a desire she could do nothing to control.
beyond conscious reason, mona responded to his edict by turning, snaking her narrow hips between his forelegs, leveling a stare over one sharp shoulder that invited him to take possession as only he had done before, and as only he could do now.
she waited, and scarcely breathed.