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The moment he spoke, she felt the knot in her belly tighten and she sucked in her breath. Mahler's voice was thrown low with suggestion. He knew, then, and she wouldn't pretend otherwise. There was a fired up part of her, a vulnerable part of her, the same part that had compelled her to seek his contact like this, that was already mouthing at his neck and driving them toward it. But there was also a more reserved and shy part of Wylla that felt this was all too sudden and too fast. That part was terrified.

In the end, logic won out for her—it would be that much harder to resist the season if she gave in to the memory of a fevered dream and found it as enjoyable as she had in sleep. She was neither the leading female nor, if his plans remained, his only intended conquest. If she succumbed now she would surely succumb then and would need to deal with children who had to share their father with who knew how many others... to say nothing of Takiyok's ire. She plucked at the fur on his breast with sharp little nips, almost enticing, allowing herself for just one second to imagine if she succumbed... and then she pulled slightly away.

No, I... don't think it's a good idea. Halfway to a lie, then; she didn't want to deny what her body wished while it was screaming that it was an excellent idea, but she wouldn't tell him that she felt it would tie them too closely together for her to weather the coming storm of his ambitions.