She closed her eyes and breathed in his rich earthy smell. It made her dizzyingly light headed, physically weak with need to possess him, hold him, devour him. She swallowed, and then shook her head in gentle self mockery. It wasn’t as though she was deprived, her sleekly muscular body, immaculately groomed appearance and obvious confidence spoke of lavishly indulged existence.

No, she just wanted him in the purest of passions. Just because!!! He was superb, of course. With scimitar sharp intelligence, watchful aggressive eyes, he was an natural leader, others around him either fawning like sycophants or scurrying out of his path. He was strong, very strong, perhaps the strongest of them all. But she had seen him defend his friends against others, his loyalty was obvious. He was the best, and she was used to having the best, and she so desperately wanted him that she ached.

He tensed as though he could feel the intensity of her passion. But she was smarter than him, cleverly masking her interest, hiding any obvious signs of her lust. They stood there, still amongst the moving shifting crowd. And just as he relaxed, his whiskers twitching vigilantly, the very tip of her tail gently curved as she gathered into a crouch. She would get him this time.

©alka