"Someday, I will learn a spell to shapeshift into a wolf so I can run with you," Regina began brightly enough, and she had been giving some attention to it, but getting his passion back was by far the more important magical task, so not as much as she might have otherwise.

His tongue on her skin replaced the brightness with something warmer and smokier, distracting her from magical plans toward a more intimate, more natural magic. Sighing a deep, sexual contentment and rising interest at the pull of his mouth, she lifted her ribcage to offer her breast to him.

"Three nights but it feels like weeks. I blame having a huge handsome beast between my thighs."