Six Sentence Sunday - True Alpha

His breathing was clearly audible, each breath a note in a symphony of soft sounds. As she shifted her weight, opening her jaws and gripping his shoulder firmly between them, half-dried leaves crackled beneath her paws. His skin tasted sweet and faintly salty, thanks to a thin sheen of sweat. As her teeth just barely dented his skin, settling in the position his scar would hold forever, her heart beat a little faster. This was it – the only way in which she hadn’t expressed her love yet. When all was said and done, it would mean more than any ring.