He should have been prepared when it comes to her. From the very beginning, Vihar had been a beguiling creature full of fire and captivating grace. Even in the heat of her tantrum she enthralled him, wrapping the coils of his mind around the possibilities that danced through his imagination. Even when she avoided him, dancing like a ghostly wraith through the shadows of the jungle, he hungered for her, the sight of her fleeting form and emerald eyes a drug that dragged her down into the oblivion.

Golden eyes narrow at the impish curve of her lips. A single brow arches suspiciously but even that suspicion is not enough to draw him away from her as she closes the distance between them fearlessly. Excitement thrummed through his blood, his veins scorched by the pheramones that clung tightly to her crisp scent. Beneath the rattling caged beast his heart hammered as she wrapped herself around him, the brush of her smoke and ivory coat against his own sent shivers of pleasure coursing down his spine. Small ears perk at her playful words, a wolfish grin of his own slides into place as her obsidian tail snaps with an audible sting against his chest. His yellow gaze follows her, sleek sterling neck arching to allow his intense gaze to follow the sultry curve of her hip as she moves slowly around him, her frame achingly close and stirring emotions that had long lay dormant in him. Her lips trail along the silver curve of his neck, her breath hot and delicious against his skin. Lustily he leans into her touch, savoring the tickle of her whiskers as they moved upwards, imagining what it would feel like to have her dark muzzle brush against his own.

She had other plans. Her small nostrils flare but he is too lost in the rapture of her touch. It is only when she draws back does he realize that the moment of heated passion had turned into something different. His finely dished head turns towards hers, raven tipped ears flickering in confusion as to what might have drawn her away from such closeness. He was not ready for it to stop. But it would not.

Her jaded eyes glitter in the dappled sunlight that blanketed them in shadows. Like a viper she strikes, her blunt teeth stretching towards his crest and causing him to toss his own head up in defense. A squeal of surprise rings from his dark lips as his reflexes take over. She thrusts her weight against his shoulder, the cracked edges of her hooves scraping his hide. Instinctively he turns into her, shifting the weight of his body to his hind feet to allow his lithe form to lift with hers, snaking his own head towards her smoke colored shoulder. Her hooves slide across his withers and a renewed excitement boils beneath his skin. Ivory fangs snap at the straying strands of her obsidian mane, searching for a grasp of her skin for the mere pleasure of finding out if she tasted as delicious as she looked.

She continues to push her weight into his own, forcing his slight frame to step backwards to keep from toppling over. He did not trust her not to smash his pretty face into the dirt and quite honestly he couldn't blame her. It would be a hard temptation for himself as well. The idea of him being on top that is. Her searching teeth snap his mind from whatever gutter it drops into. The audible clack of her jaws is enough to cause him to jerk his head away with a twist of his body. He shoves his shoulder against her as they disentangle, pivoting his heels so that he can circle around her. A mischievous gleam dances in his golden gaze as she too whirled away from him with a flick of her tail across his muzzle. Pink tongue rolls slowly over his parted lips as he drops his proud head to gaze up at her from beneath the thick mantle of dark forelock that settles over the flat of his brow. Her words are met with a chuckle, his breath heavy in his lungs as he moves in tune to her steps. Closer and closer he drifts, his sterling neck arched proudly to display the tense coil of muscles beneath. ”My turn?...” he taunts, his long dark tail twitching slowly against his ankles in much the same manner that a jungle cat’s tail might move when it hunts its prey. A wolfish grin slides slowly across his lips as a single brow wiggles enticingly. ”Are you sure you're ready for that game?” he asks his deep baritones dropping in octave as he takes a stalking step closer.