You Got Into My Head and Set a Fire There Instead
Shuule had mated once before, but it wasn't like this. It was a sheer obligation to her clan, her village, to keep the peace (and failed), and to stop Cain the chief from ripping her throat out. This, this was a fury of limbs and heartbeats. This was forgetting where her body stopped and his began. Pressed up against the door, Set leaned into her so hard that she could barely come up for air, but it didn't matter, she didn't want to.
"Shuule," Set whispered, finally releasing her mouth, Shuule gasping. He grazed the side of her neck with his fangs like he had at the stream on the day he confessed his feelings towards her, but this time, the touch sent a shiver down her spine, her skin raised in goosebumps.