The games you play

She liked the look of trouble in his foamy eyes. She answered it with a smirk on her own bloody lips. He looked as though he was moments away from ravishing her - and that was how she knew she had him in the palm of her paws. She didn’t stop to think for a moment what the fire kindling in her own belly meant.

“You hold me in suspense, my love.” she purred, licking clean a claw and sheathing it, tossing the last remains of the duck aside for the moment as she spread open her paws to a wide stance and turned her mouth up to him. Offering up her bloody chops for the first touches of his tongue - if he had any intention of starting there. “Give me your best, buttercup” her loose stance told him she wasn’t going to start a fight this time. Not now, at least. He had earned her attentions a different way today.


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