Devils Back Bitches

His cerulean and amber eyes studied her ebon form. Ivory lids fluttered gently over them, as he stared at her. Was she mad or was she insanely courageous? To play a game with such a monster as himself. A wolf who had a habit of vitiating innocents, of tearing angels from the heavens. Skeptically, he watched as she approached, no words leaving her jaws. With every step she took, her intoxicating scent flooded through him- his body buzzing in response to the sweet smell. Lazily, he watched her circle him- his body tense even though something inside him stirred- something instinctual. Her fur brushed against his, and an electric charge shot through him- though he didn't move. He felt her teeth nip his shoulder, as she passed, and his head would snake forward, his own jaws parting to nip sharply at her scruff, hoping to seize the skin in his jaws. A slow chuckle radiated from his core- his eyes not leaving the ebon babe- but this time, he wouldn't speak. Rather he would only wait, to see what she would do. Perhaps she'd remain silent and allow him to claim the prize that rightfully was his.