Goosebumps spread across her skin, though were blessedly hidden by soft copper fur. The male’s larger hands were warm against her hips—tightened their grip as her soft and warm tongue brushed across the sensitive skin by his throat. The youth’s pulse there paced softly against her muzzle, but the young woman was not as bloodthirsty as many of her kind. The realization of this caused her to ponder her own psyche though. Once she had lashed out after a wolf that probably was innocent of any crime against her. Sometimes she thought their lives to mean nothing, but the thought of letting teeth rip through to the main artery did not tempt her at all. Golden-red ears flickered and were caressed by the male’s soft moan. Something was happening with him and she knew just too well what it was.
Strangled words spilled out between the male’s lips, but she ignored them—found that she was unable to direct her focus the way she wanted to. Cold crept in between her ribs and gathered into a tight ball of ice in the pits of her stomach. Something else brushed against the soft fur and the dark fabric as well. She pressed her lower body against his; seizing her muscles and forcing them to obey through all they wanted to do was to twitch and drive her away. He breath trembled slightly as it brushed hot against the young male’s skin, but he would not notice, as similar shivers occasionally rushed through him. Young souls were so innocent. She wished she could have owned this innocence, so perhaps she would never have been forced to give her virginity away in such a horrible way.
Her honey soaked voice was stable and smooth as she whispered her wish to him. ”Close your eyes, Caillen, my love.” Her hands elegantly slipped away from his back now as he held on to her, and she continued to her body against his. A hand teasingly moved and circled the front of his hip as the other seemed to rise to the back of her own neck. Her ruby orbs stayed on his face; making sure he would not cheat and peek. Why would he need to use his eyes as long as this new sensation rushed through him? The hand caressing his fur slowly moved on closer towards the front, continuing to tempt and tease. A soft whisper of what wiser wolves would recognize as something metallic silently brushed the spring air, but she continued to pin down his focus, allowing her soft fingers to rub gently around the base of his manhood.