Sex: Maledevils & heathens alike
They could have have as much time as he'd like. His jaw jumped as he regarded her, watching as she, too, moved. His gaze tracing the curve of her shoulders and back. Before anyone could go any further, though, the masked Leader stopped to listen once more, his ears rotating about one more time. By now he was certain that no one would dare to cross them, but even still he wanted to be sure that not even Sköll lingered about in their midst, concealed by fog and nosy beyond measure.
As far as he could tell they were alone and this was something this very moment was one that Angier was not going to let slip by. He stepped towards her to close the distance between them again, marking her with his musk wherever he grazed the side of his face and the underside of his chin. A hiss of air emitted from between his teeth, his tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth both with exercised patience and a burning desire to satisfy her.
He rested his head over the small of her back, remaining there for some time before looking over at her through half-lidded eyes. It had somehow occurred to him that the pack needed them to do this. With the younger Archer-Lyalls starting to branch out on their own, Morganna having a mind to reign over the Ridge in time, and Sköll terrorizing both pack and loner alike on pack grounds, there was no question that they were in need of new life. A fresh start. A chance to begin again...
The Lyall gave her a rather coy smile; he would give her just that. But first, the Queen of Willow Ridge was going to be his and he was going to make it so.
(Fade.)
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