sascha

God, you__e sexy when you talk Psy.

The woman rolled her eyes. __arkRiver males are damn possessive and complete exhibitionists during the mating dance.__ascha ran through her dictionary of changeling terminology and could find no fit. __ating dance?__ercy whistled. Dorian winced. Tamsyn suddenly got interested in her dough. Clay and Vaughn mysteriously disappeared. Behind her, Lucas__ body was a hard wall of heat. __ think we need to discuss this upstairs.

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

Sentinel meeting tonight,_ Ria told her. __t Lucas's place._ __ime?_ ...__even. Sascha's doing dinner._ __od save us all._ Sascha had decided she liked cooking. Unfortunately, cooking didn't like her back.

Sascha nodded. "Want me to wait?""Do I want my mate to wait in a deserted forest while a dangerous Psy fugitive remains on the loose? Wait, let me think.""Sarcasm does not suit you." She kissed him again, laughter in her eyes.