“Okay, go on?”
“It’s not unusual,” Amy explained, “for s*x between weres to get very physical. Scratching, biting, nipping…and it’s also not unheard of to sometimes shift things like claws or fangs in the heat of the moment.”
Leah frowned. “I don’t think I’ve got enough practice to do that.”
“No,” Amy agreed, “you probably don’t—but I do…and if I were to start really marking you up, you might not have what you need to heal that properly right now—or to reply in kind if you wanted to.”
Leah held up a hand. “Wait. If—if—things were going out of hand, you’d stop if I told you to, right?”
“Absolutely. Always. You say stop, I will always stop, I don’t care what we’re doing.”
“Right,” Leah smiled, “just trying to make sure.”
Amy’s smile had a bit of that flustered shyness that made her me
