No time left.With a snap of his powerful jaws,Brance bit at the harness.The worn leather tore easily beneath strong,chiseled teeth.Brance let loose a snarling mewl that flashed like lightning in the quiet dusk.Freed from its tack,the horse reared wildly,then raced after its stable mate.
Brance fell to all fours.He barely felt the cold air or the snow through his heavy coat,and for a moment,he growled after the horse,fighting the urge togive chase.Then he remembered his own mate.Nosing in the disturbed snow at the base of their cart,he called out,::Caleb?::
A lusty roar split the night.Brance heard the cart jangle as something heavy leapt onto it;two seconds later,a furry body fell onto his,rolling him in the snow.As Brance hurried to right himself,a cold nose pressed into the warm,fuzzy spot just above his ballocks.A wet tongue licked out,tasting him.::How about now?::Caleb asked,eagerly lapping at Brance’s genitals.::Are you ready now?::