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FENROTHER

S o many sensations.

So many scents. So many sights.

My senses are overloaded.

I want to sleep more than I ever have in my life, but instinct drives me to stay awake.

“?” Alice says my name, and it is even better than when she was calling for me.

I bury my face into her hair, still unable to do much other than scent her.

“Are you…stuck?” she asks.

I make a noise which I hope sounds like I agree.

Words are beyond me.

I am buried inside her, and it is the best feeling I’ve ever had.

If my body doesn’t want to let her go, I don’t blame it.

I have never felt like this.

I always want to feel like this.

Beneath me, Alice shifts her body.

I roll onto my back and take her with me, loving every second of the movement of her skin against mine and the pull of her on my pizzle.

Can things get any better?

She drapes herself over me, and I realise better is possible.

A mate sheathed, her hair within easy reach of scenting and touching.

I pulse inside her again and she moans.

“If you continue to make such noises I don’t think my body will ever let you go,” I murmur.

At least I think I say the words.

I might just have answered her with a low groan of my own.

Alice brushes her lips over my jaw, and it’s possible I might have found my new favourite thing.

If I thought hunting and eating meat was good, breeding my mate is infinitely better.

I think I want to do it all the time.

“How long?” Alice asks.

I swell my chest with a great breath.

“As long as it takes for your breeding, mate,” I respond.

She shivers.

I cover her with a wing, like I did outside in the rain.

I can’t have my mate being cold.

She should most definitely be warm, given she has no scales or ability to shift.

My pizzle continues to throb inside her.

Each time, it makes my heart pound and my head swim with pleasure.

It seems my mate enjoys it too, a soft sigh coming from her from time to time until her body goes limp, and I hear her breath coming in gentle waves.

Does she sleep? I want to sleep, but my desire to do so is halted by my desire to…

Hold her, care for her, protect her.

I cannot sleep, not while I have Alice in my arms. I cannot sleep while the rest of the Yeavering might want to take her from me.

I cannot sleep while she is at risk.

While she might already be carrying my young.

While she sleeps and while she is defenceless.

I can never sleep again.