Anya squeaked, then squirmed and gasped in Skye’s arms. When Skye added the mating bite she went limp, her breath coming in soft, rapid pants.<br/><br/>“I am to come with, or stay here?” She swallowed hard. “Is better maybe to leave me, ah, frustrated until after? Unless you do not care if they know why I cannot sit still.”<br/><br/>...which was certainly not ‘please do not’.