Her blue eyes flickered over the dominating presence of the other lion.

His eyes appeared to be red with the sunset light catching them.

Winry usually hated when a lion seemed to be more strong than her yet she yearned for him now.

She yearned more for this other lion than she'd dare to admit.

Winry wanted Edward's snout pressed against hers and the harshness of teeth against her and a tongue quick to soothe the skin of flesh and fur though with an inability to take away the pain.

She wanted that though may be she could hide the dreaded, submissive desire, and push it away and out of existence.

Winry leaned in despite that will and to her utter surprise tongues locked together, and she moaned in the sweet relief of it.

She had to be the lionness for Edward, and he was destined to be her alpha, her mate, no matter how much she wished to avoid the slightly to massively submissiveness of lionnesses.

Winry could give this up at least to him as she felt her will to fight back against it slacker further still.

He tempted her away from her desires to be strong and independent, and yet she couldn't find it in herself to hate him for it, but rather to love and lust after him more.

The signs of the perfectness of them as mates were among their feelings and the electricity of their touch, and yet she nor him could ever avoid such desires.