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It seemed like the kitten wanted to play with the big bad wolf. He had been watching her come in from his hidden place in the shadows, still amazed to see that dark caves seemed to be a beacon to woman. What was it that drew them there? Darkness? The promise of solitude? Whatever it was, it worked like a charm. He barked out a laugh when she called out to him, her heat scent making his pupils flash. It seemed that she was more willing that most, and he wondered if he could at least tease her to drive her over the edge. He was a hunter, he didn't care for easy prey. Who knew, maybe she bites. He quite liked violence mixed with foreplay, the pain driving him into a whole new level of ecstasy.

Charaz pulled himself from his shadow, his orange body standing out boldly among the greens and browns that surrounded him. Taking her apart piece by piece with his moonlight eyes, he grinned at the babe before him. "I couldn't help but catch scent of your little predicament. Care for a little fun?" He asked, his cooing voice as smooth as velvet. He wasted no time in bringing them close together, attempted to mash his own chest against her own. Already heat had begun to rise from his coat, the smell of her season kicking him one level higher before a touch was even placed. He was still amazed at just how many ladies seemed to be knocking down his door, not that he was surprised. Who wouldn't want his fine ass self riding them into tomorrow? If he was a chick, he would be all over himself. Cause, admit it, he was sexy as fuck.