Even as he was moving forward again to attack, his blood pumping hot in his veins, his breath panting in anticipation, his opponent was moving as well. Still, his paw would manage to snake over her hip, holding her against him. His fangs would of course miss their mark half a bodylength away, but they would sink nonetheless into flesh. She moved against him, curving against him. Loki began to move as well, seeking to bring sensitive areas away from her threatening jaws, but the heat of her tongue stroking against the inside of his thigh halted his motion and nearly stopped his heart as well.
Blood that was already running hot from battle began to boil as need raced like lightning in tingling arcs from his head to his feet. A growl bubbled from his throat, aggressive but lacking the vicious quality it had held earlier. So she wanted to play a different game, did she? Loki was more than happy to oblige her. Somehow the scent of blood and sweat from their battle fanned the flames, igniting sparks in his acid green eyes as he pulled her against him with both paw and teeth.
But he needed more, more of her heat and more of the intoxicating feel of her body against his. Tightening his grip with his jaws he sought to pivot around her body, to bring his right paw against her hip and his chest to her tail. The growl deepened in his chest, a sound of aggression and dominance. At this point he wasn't certain he would let her go if she changed her mind. Things might need to get bloody.
