Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
Merida is like water and fire together, slipping out of his iron grasp when Crevan thinks he’s got her centered. He lets her go because she’d been so nice about it at first, those sharp, loving pecks against his chin and lips a favorite for the tawny wolf. Besides, he enjoys watching her leave even if she won’t get too far - already he’s risen from his comfortable position, eyes locked onto her swaying tail and suggestive hips. Words escape him for the moment; he only feels the urgent pulse of adrenaline and the impulse to have her beneath him again, at a different angle.
Instead he smirks, appreciating the art of her shift and how every muscle, line, and curve of her becomes all the more beautiful during the transition. From the swell of her taut, slender belly to the ample bust of her hindquarters, the black-and-freckled red mare seems like a dark siren or savior while she stands at the gaping mouth of their home and Crevan … he does his best to ignore the tight clench of muscle between his own back legs.
Merida’s new shape beckons his own from somewhere deep, causing the wolf’s spine to jerk upwards in a sharp curve before the fur of his second skin ribbons away and the form of his true self, a rich mocha stallion, bursts up and out to take its place. In wild tangles, Crevan’s indigo forelock drifts across his vision and he strides readily forward, whuffing the essence of his mate’s sweat and desire until his lips curl from pure need.
“Should I be nice, give you a head start?” The rogue male mutters in a thick, husky breath.
He doesn’t wait for an answer; his feet are already in motion and tonight, (no matter how far his woodland nymph runs or teases,) the Hellraiser of Sylva intends to have her for himself. He’s waited long enough, ignored the temptations of lesser men and buried these emotions deep inside of himself, but Merida (black witch that she is) puts a torch to his already blazing hunger.
“Come here, girl.” He snarls, regardless of whether she listens or not.
@[Merida] enough talk, crevan says
