#rcseri

[enchantedcrimsongrace]

@rcseri​

“--The  puppy isn’t your dinner. The steak that is defrosting is~” .

[enchantedcrimsongrace]

@rcseri

“Of course, wolfie. If I don’t harass you, who will ? It comes with the territory of rough housing with me.” Cue a smirk.

[enchantedcrimsongrace]

@rcseri

“You’re clearly missing the point, but no matter.”

The female smirked and grabbed the male by his shirt and spun on her heels. With the momentum and her own strength, she managed to slam the wolf against the wall. Amber optics glittered with primal hunger as her hands slipped down to grapple with those arms of his. With speed, precision and surprise on her side, she pinned the male’s arms above his head. Her boots, in this case, clearly giving her the added height that she needed.

“You know, Fenrir, you look temptation and sin right about now. There’s so many things I want to do with my ‘short’ life. And all of those things involve you.” Chuckling breathlessly, she could feel the sinew and muscle beneath her hands, the tension in the male’s body quite palpable.

With a low growl, Mari angled her head and dragged her teeth against the crook of his neck. The pulse of his blood ringing in her ears, as his scent enveloped her in it embrace.

[enchantedcrimsongrace]

@rcseri

Mari’s eye twitched as she picked up on a familiar smell. No...it could not be. That old wolf would not have dared to show his muzzle back here. Be that as it may, she owed it to herself to find out why.

“Fenrir. How good it is to see you.”