LERRIN
Suhle tilted her head and traced his tongue with hers, and Lerrin instinctively made the call—a resonant, groaning huff he'd only ever heard his father make for his mother when he was a pup, that claimed her as his and spoke of his desire.
But it wasn't enough.
Something within him reached for her—through his skin, within his blood—it spun and stretched, reaching for her as if she was the answer to the only question left in the world.
Then she backed into the bed and their progress stopped. Lerrin straightened to meet her eyes, fear and hope warring in his chest.
She stared at him wide-eyed.
