NATE
I want a fight sweetheart. Lust drops off Nate’s words, swirling with the violence that lurks just under the surface of his deep waters and twisting into something hot and heavy in the bond. Big paws press into the sand, sinking and stretching as muscle bunches up and Nate pounces again, only half expecting the same trick to work a second time.
Still, he doesn’t expect to be pushed back, doesn’t expect to feel his back against the hot sand. A thrill runs through him, burning even hotter than before as teeth dig into his shoulder. Nate swats at Locke, trying to twist them again, something taunting in his mental voice when it rings between them again. C’mon, hit me with your best shot!
Still, he doesn’t expect to be pushed back, doesn’t expect to feel his back against the hot sand. A thrill runs through him, burning even hotter than before as teeth dig into his shoulder. Nate swats at Locke, trying to twist them again, something taunting in his mental voice when it rings between them again. C’mon, hit me with your best shot!
Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other
what we do to each other
