S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat.
“Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face.
“I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused.
“What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing.
“I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.