AARYN
He didn't know if it was Tarkyn's gaze on Elreth, the events of the day, or just the way he reacted to being alone with his mate, but when Aaryn turned from barring the door in the cave, his Alpha clawed and howled, urging him to take her, to own her, to mark her with his scent, to show the world that she was his, and he was hers, and none would come between them.
He shook with the force of his desire for her, but he forced himself to slow. She was still new to this, and though she'd proven to be up for any adventure so far, he could feel the strength building inside him, the force of his Alpha yearning not only for release, but for possession. He didn't want to scare her.
Wolves were notorious for their… abandon in mating. He'd been careful so far, focused on showing her his heart.
But tonight he ached to own her.
