07-12-2019, 12:47 AM
Passion was something she'd witnessed before, but had never relished in. People were not that easy to get to know. There were no boys to crush upon. No girls to get to know. There was nothing but her brother and her mother and her father until the door hissed open to explore the world above. And they had never ventured into town much to meet with other kids. There was no normal interactions even after that - the wolves had come to her and she'd taken up their friendships. Tristan smelled like home, like safety, like pack. He was pack and Sierra growled softly as he nuzzled her neck. It was a sound she hadn't thought to come from her mouth.
Her hand pushed under the clothes Tristan wore. Skin contact was electric. Sierra was swept up in everything. The taste of Tristan. The feel of his body, his hands, his mouth - lost in the passion of their shared dream.
Her hand pushed under the clothes Tristan wore. Skin contact was electric. Sierra was swept up in everything. The taste of Tristan. The feel of his body, his hands, his mouth - lost in the passion of their shared dream.