HIS MATE SQUEEZED HER LEGS TOGETHER. He held his breath, and so did the whole world as they all waited for what she was going to do next.
She was in heat, so much of it that Fire could taste her in the air. She was as sweet as sin, delicious to a fault, and she was all 'his' although he didn't want to.
When the woman opened her mouth to speak, what registered to him was just the sensual way her lips curved with her words. "Fancy meeting you here, Spitfire."
She smiled at him, and he consumed all his strength to keep himself from groaning. His molars were watering-- a mad amount of it that the black coffee in his cup boiled without him noticing. Even the thin streak of steam moving up to his face didn't make sense at that time. It was just all her...
"Are you gonna ride the eight o'cloc
