the wolves are watching

Maeve

She's used to the way his smirk curls on his lips. Familiar with the way it makes the scar on his cheek bunch just slightly. Intimately aware of how it feels against her skin. His tongue swipes through her folds, gathering the slick there and another moan rises in her throat as he loosens his grip on her hips so she can rock against his mouth. Maeve's eyes flutter closed again, fingers tightening slightly in his curls as she pulls him closer to her. He stokes the fire in her belly with each stroke of his tongue, teasing at her clit with practiced ease as he further indulges her request.

Her free hand moves to grip one of his as it covers her hip. His grip almost wraps around the entirety of her hips, fingers practically meeting at the small of her back. She grips onto him as he takes her higher, teasing and insistent all at once. Her eyes open as she feels his horns starting to grow from his head, curling as they comes to golden tips. Her hand shifts from his hair to his horn, gripping there instead, thumb running over the ridges the way she knows he loves. The way that makes him shudder and groan for her. Maeve's hips rock up, trying to to chase that building high. Her heels press into his back, urging him closer, trying to press him closer as she grows more slick from his attentions.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up