This little human minx was going to be the death of him. Quite possibly literally, if the elders got wind of their renewed relationship. Kaylom tightened his hold on her hair, and the dominant side of him surged forth as she went limp and pliant in his arms. Her mouth opened, and her little pink tongue darted out to moisten the plump flesh, and he bent his head to suck the muscle into his mouth. Her little feminine sigh of surrender was music to his ears, and his fangs dropped and grazed her lips. He could no more stop himself than he could stop breathing, and it was his turn to groan when she wrapped her tongue around his incisors. His cock jerked up, and he broke the kiss, panting as though he'd run a marathon. Macie didn't fare much better. Her beautiful dark blue eyes, so like an Athuron's in color, had a glazed look, and she ran her hands up and down his torso until she found the knot of his towel and yanked at it with fumbling hands. He stilled her movements and ran his fangs up and down her neck.
