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A devilish smirk flashed across her muzzle as a growl left the man she had made her prey, knowing she had made her point very clear. This was truly a different game for her, but she felt like with each bite that he placed on her spine she was becoming more and more alive. She was used to playing the role of the flirty goddess, the fea that brutes chased after and pined for. With this vibrantly colored beast she felt like an equal. Phoebe felt like she could push him as hard as she could and he would push back even harder. It was a challenge. It was fantastic.

Her eyelids fluttered as his leg wrapped around her as he moved further down her spine, their bodies pressed so tightly together that she could have been convinced that he was trying to form them into one wolf. When he pulled back and his eyes found hers her gaze was lidded and sultry, her moon-colored gaze brilliant with desire. His claws sent light trembles across her skin and she grinned, whispering, "Much better," in a breathy voice before making her own move.

She tipped her head so she could work her muzzle down along the tender skin of his throat, making a trail down his neck with nips and light bites till she finally reached his shoulder. She moved closer once again, close enough that she could feel his body heat against her neck, a soft growl rumbling in her chest as she sank her teeth into the flesh on the thickest part of his shoulder. It was a shallow love bite, but a bite none of the less, and she tasted the sharp tang of his blood trickling onto her tongue. As she released him and lapped gently at the wound she noticed her heart pounding once again as she waited with unbridled excitement to see what his response would be.



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