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[captainryan]

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Richard carefully clambers back inside, ducking low to avoid hitting either his or his prize's head. Then he eagerly glides down the hallway towards room 417. His scent is practically humming with pleasure at his catch and the hand holding her pinches her thigh.

"Nearly there," he rumbles, already digging in his pocket for the keys.

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[hell_in_highheels]

Her arms twine around his neck, holding tight to him as she catches her breath. She enjoys the release, but it is the closeness, the intimacy that she craves. She doesn't want him to move away just yet, nuzzling and kissing his brow, his hair, whatever she can reach, urging his mouth back to hers. Playful hunger gives way to the deeper contentment.

Mine.

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He kisses her, mouth breaking into an amused grin. Hers, huh?

Yeah.

Yours.

He eases himself clear of her and scoops her up into his arms. A mattress is more comfortable than wood.

Mine.

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Yours, love.

The thing she appreciates the most about canine is not needing to use one's mouth. Which comes in especially handy when one's mouth is preoccupied with more important things. Like nibbling the side of your mate's neck and pressing your nose into the hollow behind his ear.

It's second nature to tuck her feet in so they fit through the door to the bedroom.

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Habits do tend to be useful.

The bed is still a little rumpled from earlier though still fairly well made. Richard sets River down then scoots onto the bed himself once she moves back enough.

Which is hard to do when one is trying to kiss another, but they manage.

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They've been together long enough to have a little experience with such things

Her hands never leave his skin, lightly caressing, her touch and her scent telling him everything. She makes room for him beside her, laying back, nuzzling the scruff of his chin, grinning.

Should make you chase me more often, she teases.

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Don't you think I'm hungry enough?

He catches her nose between his teeth and shakes lightly. He pulls her shoulders in with his arm, holding her possessively. His other hand caresses her side and flank, fingertips lightly playing.

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She laughs, squinting as he bites her nose. There's a thrill of joy in her scent at the gesture. She's curled into his chest, head resting on his shoulder, feet tangled with his, purring with contentment. Her fingertips stroke the soft skin between his scars, the pad of her thumb brushing over his nipple.

Almost as hungry as me.

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Hmm. That sounds like a challenge.

He moves his head to nibble on her own neck, teeth leaving sharp little indents in her skin.

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Her head falls back to give him better access and she hisses, growling just a bit. She very carefully keeps her fingers splayed, her palm flat against his chest, not pushing him away, but conscious that the sensation he loves to feel across his shoulders would not get the same reaction if she trailed her nails across his chest.

She has other ways to please him, and she arches her back, pressing against him, her hand curling up to trace lingering spirals in the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

You feel so good, she breathes quietly.

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He shivers, flesh raising goosebumps against her fingers.

You make me feel good. He rubs his chin along her own, dipping into the scent pocket behind her ear. I'm glad you came here.

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She sighs, a wash of love in her scent as she pulls him closer. Such a heady thing to hear him say. He's never been profuse with endearments, preferring to let his actions speak for him. From the very first time, she heard him say 'mine' that first night, she never expected more. Hoped for, but didn't expect. So when he does speak, the words are that much more cherished.

She curls her head towards his, continuing to stroke of his neck and shoulders, tracking the goosebumps with her fingertips.

I'm glad I found you, is what she says in return.

The real truth is much bigger than such a simple sentence. It is the truth of her heart and he can scent it on her skin, deep and powerful and true.

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Actions and scents speak so much more than words ever can.

He rumbles with pleasure, nibbling on her neck again. His hands press themselves down her flanks, caressing her waist, hips, ass. That he's grown hard again should come as no surprise.

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'Wolf though she may be, and in denial of her bibliophile tendencies, words will never lose their power with her. If he knows anything at all about her, he knows that. Needy puppy she may be, but his fox will still whisper the words against his skin last thing before he falls asleep, and first thing when he wakes up.

Her eyes close as his teeth fix on that one spot on her neck, and she gasps at the sensation, every inch of her skin lighting up. Her nails bite into the skin of his shoulder and her knee draws up along his thigh. She lets him lead the dance tonight, wanting to see where he'll take them next.

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He rolls her onto her back, scraping his teeth down her breastbone to nibble at her nipples, gently. His hands shape her breasts, holding them in place while he teases her.

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They move as one, her hands caressing his neck and head, her body fitted against him. There's a quiet whimper on her lips, a shivering whine at the feel of his teeth. Eyes closed, she focuses on his scent, on the touch of his hands and the heat of his mouth.

i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul

Another sucking kiss and her head tips back, her teeth fixed in her lower lip as she bites back a cry.

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Richard let's out an amused chuff and nips her, light and sharp. He snuffles around her breasts, teasing with his breath and tongue. His hands threaten to tickle her but never quite reach that point.

There's amusement all through his scent.

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River gasps at the feel of his teeth, her hands curling around his head. Breathless laughter is his reward as his teasing draws her along, feeds the growing ache in her skin. Her back arches, encouraging him to continue and another low whine vibrates in her throat.

I can smell you plotting something, she purrs, her scent threaded through with wicked delight.

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That doesn't sound like me.

He works on distracting her, licking and blowing across the wet spots while one hand sweeps down, slowly, to her hips. He didn't think he could sneak in there unnoticed.

But it would be fun to try.

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She laughs again, running her fingertips over his scalp, her body rippling beneath him. Every breath brings another wave of goosebumps and he can feel her muscles tremble beneath his wayward hand. Her knee lifts gently, and she brushes her thigh against his hard length, caressing him in return.

Perhaps I'm wearing off on you, love.

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Entirely possible.

He shivers in response to her caress, rocking forward without thought. Not yet, he scolds, pulling back again and leaving room for his hand. He strokes her, petting, teasing again.

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She inhales, hissing between her teeth at the feel of his hand between her legs. Her hands slip to his shoulders, and with one trembling hand, she draws arcs and swirls with her fingernails along his spine.

I love you because I know no other way

He knows just how to touch her, gentle and slow, moving in time with her deep breaths, making her strive for him without having to move an inch. She wants to say something to encourage him, but his delicate touch is robbing her of speech. He'll just have to take his cues from the rising ecstasy in her scent.

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Like he hasn't done that before.

He arches his own back against her hand, a low rumble of pleasure spilling out of his mouth. He rocks forward again without meaning to, losing himself in the moment and her scent.

His mouth is pulling harder at her tits, teeth grazing the skin a little more often with a little bit more force.

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Yes. The word is slow and blends into a sigh as she rises to meet him. She wants him to lose himself in her, wants to be his refuge and his sanctuary.

Her nipples stand up hard against his mouth, the areolas dark and tight. Her musk rises too, warm and slick against his fingertips, heady and rich in his nose. Pure instinct guides the motion of her hips now and her hands draw him back up her body.

"Please. Kiss me." Please, my love.

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He can do that. He can do a heck of a lot more, too. We hope River doesn't mind.

He kisses up her breastbone, over her collar bone, lightly across her throat to the pocket of scent behind her ear before he nuzzles across her chin to her lips. His shaft, firm and hard, slowly enters her until she's filled.

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Her voice rises steadily, feeling him shift and move, his breath touching her skin like the fire, like the first breath of daylight. Hard flesh meets soft and she groans against his mouth. She opens to him, surrenders, savouring the heat of his kiss, the strength and gentleness of his body above her.

She holds tight to his shoulder, nails grazing his skin as he settles into the cradle of her hips. Her legs wrap around him, drawing him in. She wants him close but she's determined to let him guide their motions. He is the centre of her world at this moment, and she would have it no other way.

Only when he is fitted deep inside her does she dare draw a breath and that breath is ragged and shallow. Her scent is a heady tapestry of longing, passion, joy, need, trust, and that same powerful emotion, deep and strong and true.