The stallion’s green eyes were closed, and his hulking frame nestled into the dry bit of grass he had found on a knoll. As dangerous as it might have been to lay down alone, the Lagoon Boss did so without fear. It had been a long time since he had felt such an emotion, and entirely too long since he had inflicted it. Perhaps he was becoming complacent. Perhaps he was becoming boring.


When the lavender mare’s voice sliced through the silence like a knife, Garmr chose to ignore it. Only the tightening of his ears against his poll showed any signs he had heard it. Yet the second time, as she demanded his attention, the stallion finally opened his eyes. Violence danced in their emerald depths, and he gave a heavy snort before lifting himself up from the ground. Despite giving himself a shake, a few fall leaves still tangled in his heavy mane and tail, while a bit of mud smeared along his shoulder and hip that had been against the ground.


Garmr did not rush to Druna’s side. Instead, with his head down and his ears pinned, the stallion stalked through his home in a slow prowl. If one of his brothers reached her first, it was her fault for causing such a stir. Especially this time of the season. Especially when he was at his crankiest.


When he laid eyes on her; watching her dance in place with impatience, something stirred in Garmr’s belly. A wicked feeling that bloomed like fire within him and sent him bursting out into the little opening with an explosion of power and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He didn’t stop as he reached her, wanting to jostle her smaller body with his own if she did not skitter away, so that she could feel the power beneath his skin as he felt it. “Finally.” he growled, his voice low and feral as it managed to escape between clenched teeth. “I’m done playing games.”


Garmr had kept pressing into her; kept jostling and dominating despite the chances of her lashing out. Even if she whirled to kick him, he would tactfully toss his head out of the way, but brunt the rest of her punishment. But the stallion was relentless. He wanted her body to ache from his touch. Wanted her to remember how gentle he had been before, and how rough he could be now. Though even as he did so, Garmr never felt the desire to draw her blood or to truly cause her pain as he had felt towards others. Yet he still reached over, his jaws parting so that his teeth could clamp down on the crest of her neck, wanting her to feel the pain of his permanent claiming bite.


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