Tender Night
For KittyLynn and Lancetheflamesniper who have been my supporters, muses, and most of all friends for me and the mind I work with.
Lying in the cave
The pack has left for the night
Just the wolf and his mate
She bears his mark
Hiding it from her former lover
The Monk with the wandering eye
No signs of life stir as they lay close to each other
His masculine scent is driving her crazy
She presses her lips to his
Feeling the sharpness of his fangs
As they brush against her neck
The moon casts a silver slash of light
In the darkness passion grows
Furious Snarls of lust and desire
As the dance of love begins
As Aphrodite's song ends
They lay in each other's arms
The rhythm and the heat has died
He whisper's sweet nothings as she drifts off
He holds her
Wolf and his mate
In this feudal world
Love blossoms