It was peculiar that two animals who had suffered as they had might find play still favorable. Touch was so often unwelcomed and cruel, but for the moment they were outside of such worries. Gabriel felt her feet strike his nose but there was no pain, only pressure, and he found her weight like that of a child. Pinned as he was, the Aquila could do little but look up to her with amusement. “Damn,” he cursed playfully, tilting his head just enough to show his throat. This was a sign of trust he had not shown many—yet he knew that Alaine would never harm him and so he did not fear this.
His body too, had begun to show signs of both trust and familiarity. With her on-top of him the Aquila felt a familiar heat rising deep in his belly. A low grunt accompanied the change in his loins, a contrasting pink against otherwise dingy no-color brown. He was not embarrassed by this, certain that Alaine was aware of her beauty and his own body could not deny such a thing. Roguishly, though with a greater need now driving him, the wolfish male made another feral noise of insistence.
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