Rocky

Her body goes limp, and she falls over.

I guide her down to lay on me. Her shoulders twitch, and then her muscles relax as sleep takes over.

Sprawled across my chest, her head fits under my chin. Her breathing is deep, like one who has been spent.

It satisfies me to know that my dominion is content, for now.

There are things I want to do to her which I’ve never wanted to do to anyone else, and that in itself is a shock.

Since she’d walked into my space and I had taken a whiff of her scent, I’d known she was mine.

Call it primitive, but it is the wont of the leader to dominate, and any dominion chosen by me had better be grateful I am going to see her through her heat cycle.

I tighten my arms around her, and she moans. It’s such an inherently feminine sound, so completely contradictory to everything I am, that I harden again.

She burrows in deeper, and warmth floods my chest.

I unhook