The sun was warm on their backs, but Allen didn't feel it. Not really. Not with Fina pressed up behind him like she was trying to melt into his skin. Her tail wasn't just teasing anymore—it was caressing, coiling up his thigh with slow, deliberate intent. Every flick of fur was a filthy little promise whispered just under his clothes.
"You keep teasing me like this," Allen muttered, voice ragged, "and we're gonna have a problem."
Fina's breath tickled his neck. "Oh no, Allen," she purred. "We already have a problem."
Before he could answer, she shoved him—gently but firmly—into a nearby thicket, hidden just off the path. The trees swallowed them in leafy shadows, birds scattering from the sudden movement.
"Hey—!" he started to protest, but she was already sinking to her knees in front of him, hands going straight to his belt like a woman on a mission.
