the lamb loves its wolf. the wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love for the lamb. the lamb loves the wolf's fragility, and the wolf loves the frail one's force.
his grin widened even further, as his arms immediately wrap around her petite frame. pulling her against his own body, as he leans in and kisses her back.
was she surprised? slightly. she assumed there was a whole process. but she was happy to learn it was actually the opposite. she launched herself into his arms and whispered against his lips before kissing him.
“yes.”
a tiny grin spreads across his features, as he rises from his seat and walks toward. his figure, tall and imposing as ever while so close to her.
“well, there is nothing to fancy … we just ask for someone to ours. so… will you?”
the viscountess nods, walking into the room and quietly closing it behind her. she makes her way over to him, standing only a foot away.
“I want you to make me yours. officially. I don’t know how lycans do it, like make it official or anything, but I want you to do it.”
“of course.”
He speaks, his voice firm with a touch of gentleness … upon realizing it’s her. setting his weapon aside, along with sharpening stone … so he can give her his full attention.