Fish And Dew

Azriel swam aimlessly in the lake. The splash of cold water soothed the pain scorching his muscles but the burn of desire was still alive in his heart. He closed his eyes and swam backward lazily, reminiscing what had transpired just a few hours ago.

Vulcan was prancing around with happiness in his own world. Azriel shook his head. His wolf's table manners were indeed atrocious. He had handed him the control to lick her wound but he took things up a notch. His beast had no control. Her scent, her taste, her moans, they all were so intoxicating. They were addictive and he had gotten addicted to them.

"Sienna," he sighed out as he leisured around in the water. She tasted so good that it was making him horny. Vulcan was one lucky bastard to get a taste of her and he was jealous of his beast. He also wanted to touch her tender flesh with his tongue and slurp her juices like a thirsty man. What would the scent of their mixed release would smell like? He couldn't wait to figu