Six Sentence!
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project - published, submitted, in progress, for your cat - whatever.
Mal sat in the mud at the bottom of the well, the damp dirt wall at his back, head up and eyes on the darkening circle of sky above. He heard the the rush and rhythm of Zach's blood moving through his heart; listened to the soft shushing of Zach's steps over the grass. Away from Mal.
No. He fought with the need to move, feeling his thigh and calf muscles tighten and thrum. Reaching behind him, he dug fingers into the clay soil at his back, anchoring himself. The fear of hurting Zach terrified him, eclipsing everything else. He wouldn't yield to the wolf, not until the sounds and the smells (musk, sweat, warmth, fear, and something else low and hot and open, throbbing like a wound, or orgasm--all distinct but together becoming more) disappeared and he knew Zach was safe.
Mal sat in the mud at the bottom of the well, the damp dirt wall at his back, head up and eyes on the darkening circle of sky above. He heard the the rush and rhythm of Zach's blood moving through his heart; listened to the soft shushing of Zach's steps over the grass. Away from Mal.
No. He fought with the need to move, feeling his thigh and calf muscles tighten and thrum. Reaching behind him, he dug fingers into the clay soil at his back, anchoring himself. The fear of hurting Zach terrified him, eclipsing everything else. He wouldn't yield to the wolf, not until the sounds and the smells (musk, sweat, warmth, fear, and something else low and hot and open, throbbing like a wound, or orgasm--all distinct but together becoming more) disappeared and he knew Zach was safe.