Waylon
He was laying there on the alter of the temple, completely sated by this little wolf; they’d had s*x many times. It had been daylight when he’d brought Ryder here, but now the moon was high in the night sky, and he was relaxed yet didn’t need the sleep like she did.
He had one hand resting behind his head and the other was splayed across her back. The nights here were considered cool to him, though he knew she would consider it warm. He could feel she was not only sleeping but was sound asleep. She hadn’t even taken offense or shied away from it being him, in his triune state, who had wanted to mate with her.
She had just accepted it, kind of liked the idea of it, had he thought, been a little disappointed when his wings had retracted and his Dryad markings had vanished from his
