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There wasn't much that stood out on this female, only that her eye shade matched his own. That wouldn't stop from pushing their chests into one unit, a nice sample of what could happen to her backside. The earthern tone female seemed to not be as easy prey as he had thought, which he adored. She was going to play now, was she? Smirking, he let out a low chuckle, ignoring her request to ask of her name. "How about I call you Hawk, and I can be your little mousey snack?" He offered instead. Charaz had never been keen on names, in fact there was not one female that knew his name to date. He instead just went for little pet names, and Hawk would work for now. Those eyes were piercing, just like his own, playing into the bird she was now named after.

Nips were placed on his shoulder, making a muffled growl rumble in his throat. Did she want to play rough? Because this orange beast bit back, and he was not to gentle. It wasn't long until she placed a paw between their chests, applying pressure to separate them. Twisting his neck to watch her walk into the shadows, he just stared at her hips, moving to and fro as she strut that fine ass towards the darkness. Ah, he rather liked to fuck in the shadows. Plus, the deeper inside they went the louder they would sound to any passer-byes. He followed after her, tearing his gaze from that luscious behind.

As he closed the distance between them, her teeth grazed his cheek, his pupils dilating at the harsh touch. His ears pinned flat against his skull as he wrapped his neck around hers, trying to lock his teeth rather roughly into her scruff. She should get used to pleasure mixed with pain, because that it what he liked. He didn't give a shit if she didn't, she wasn't innocent to this little game. Those bitches were the only ones who he would be gentle with, giving them a small taste to that they would come back for more.

They didn't stay close for too long, she broke away from him again, brushing their coats together. He let out a frustrated growl, he was usually the dungeon master, not a pawn. He strode towards her quickly, ramming his chest into her backside as he sought to sink his fangs into her scruff, hopefully holding her still as a growl filled the air around them. If he had bitten into her, he let her go then, placing a soft kiss there after his rough grab. He pressed himself up against her harder, hoping to drive her chest against the dirt wall.