I hadn't realized until moments ago that somewhere in the depths of my soul, I'd held out hope. He was up while my eyes were closed, hands putting my knees together so when his body moved, I wasn't flashing anyone. He didn't so much fall down my body, as spill down it, again that sense of liquid grace that the wereanimals had when they wanted to. I stopped.
For you, intercourse is permission to have a relationship, until that happens, you never really relax around them. He simply stood rooted to the ground, steadying me with the pulse and beat of his body, the thick musk of wolf faint in the autumn air. Requiem gripped my hand under the blanket. Tonight when the ardeur finally surfaced, what was I going to do? I could exile Nathaniel to his room, legitimately, because I'd need to feed tomorrow, too.
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