Scent of desire aroused his mating season. New Year is the time when all wolves go wild with their insatiable hunger, and me as a weak shattered she wolf is the only thing he can’t have, can’t touch, can’t lose control by tasting her salty skin… can’t meet her primal urges, can’t hear her mouths moaning, can’t pull her upon a pine to make him came more alive..
He wished for to chase her, close her darkness, lick her wetness with his long blue tongue, and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank with shivering diamond pearls bubling over of relief down his bulged carnal desire…