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Spring
by Lady Bethia
Hate spring. Hate mating season.
Stalking, angry, hard, need mate.
Females gone, all taken.
Pacing back and forth back and forth – hard.
Need touch, touches trees, bushes, rocks.
Finger tips explore the woods.
Smell – scent.
Eyes slant mouth opens for to take a breath
With both nose and mouth and taste the air, the scent.
Male scent
He growls at the scent.
Waits sniffs again not alpha – spicy one.
Male/female mixed scent? Need?
Spicy male, in need, in heat.
Purrs deep in chest and waits for prey, for mate?
Stalks and follows, when near pounces.
"Deiu Logan?!"
Growls deep in lust need – mate need.
"Logan what is it, Cher?" He opens up his empathy and is over whelmed.
He feels what he has truly wanted for so long.
Needed for so long and it is from Logan?!
Growls again this time annoyed by mate not surrendering
Scent confused.
Instinctively Remy knows that the grow means surrender.
Remy purrs and does just that opening his empathy for Logan to feel the surrender.
Eyes half closed and glowing, lips parted slightly, body arched up into the one above.
Logan whines and kisses him.
"Mate. Mine." Logan growls using the noise his mate uses to tell him things.
"Mon Deiu!"
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