he did feel the shiver that emanated from his body. The weight of his neck across her back and the steadiness of him against her skin set her nerves ablaze. Vervain felt the pressure of his lips and the hot exhale of his breath against her skin and melted into the perceived tenderness of the moment. A shiver traced up her spine as Peyote murmured once more against her skin.

It surprised her. When she had first come back to Luthien, Vervain had always assumed that when he came to fetch her there would be no questions about it. The grullo would be as absolute as he always had been with her. Yet, here he was seemingly asking her to come back with him. To have a choice was not something Vervain had ever imagined she would have here.

The force between them grasped Vervain firmly and muddled her mind. Thoughts of her family seemed far away compared to this moment beneath the moon. The black mare had this nagging feeling that she should be concerned, at least in regard to saying something to her family, even though they'd never understand and most definitely try to drag her away. The pull, however, to stay with Peyote was too strong for her to ignore, too overbearing to reconcile.

Where, she whispered, her breath trailing over the plain of the stallion's shoulder. Had he returned to the Lagoon before now, or was he wanting to take her to wherever he'd gone these last few months? Vervain wanted to know what had happened that he had been forced to release her. Where will we go, the brindle uttered, heat pooling in her gut.

vervain

mare ∙ mutt ∙ black brindle ∙ 16.3 hands
daire's daughter ∙ peyote's prize