art by crypsis
Max would certainly have suffered had he not managed to find Inferni. While large and capable now, he would have been stunted without the constant assistance of the clan. His gangly body had filled out and while still streamlined and sharp, his compact muscles might have instead been wiry and hardly filled out as they were now. He still had a teenager’s body—it was still thin and taunt, lacking the mass that comes with age. Even Ezekiel had been thicker than Max in this form, though certainly not as broad shouldered.
He grinned at her and rolled one shoulder, easing into the saddle below him. The diversion took them deeper into the treeline, and it was here he was forced, by spacing, to have his horse follow her. From behind, he could admire the curve of her rear and thigh feely, and did so openly. “I like you,” he echoed, and his voice dropped an octave. “I like you a lot.” There was something heavier there now; something hot and unfamiliar building at the base of him, making his groin feel uncomfortable against the rocking rhythm of a hard leather saddle.
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