Can't Stay Away

You fucking whore. Wicked laughter spewed from her dark lips, eyes glinting dangerously. His fangs nipped roughly at her throat, returning her affection in the only way he knew how. Rough. A low growl rumbled from her throat, eyes narrowing playfully. Jaws unhinged aimed to grasp her brothers throat, and should he allow her, jaws would tightened, fangs lightly piercing his skin, her growls slowly growing more threatening. He had abandoned her for sometime and she didn't appreciate it.

She felt his hips drops, his intent to offer up a tease. Her brother hadn't changed one bit, despite what he may have thought while finding company with the little black and white bitch. She rolled over onto her back, still gripping his throat, paws pressed against his soft underbelly, toes flexing, claws scraping the tender flesh. She finally would release her grip, words falling from her lips in husky tones. "Maybe, but you still love me, brother." with their close proximity she noted the scar that ran across his chest, the only his little bitch had helped heal, with careful movements, jaws would part, placing a small nip along the scar before covering it with a kiss, eyes traveled upward, watching his movements, waiting for any sign of attack or anger.

As taboo as it way, she found him irresistible, and he found her irresistible just the same. Pregnancy was making her boring and she knew it. They lived for the fight that they lit in each other. She had long missed her brothers touch, and even now that hadn't change, but she didn't feel the same fire that usually spread through her veins, the fire that brought out her inner demons, making her fight back, making her tear into him. Giving them the uncontrollable passion they both craved.

OOC: I assume he still has this scar?
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