Uhm, I rambled here. And power played a bit. Sorry..
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She had not objected as he had pulled her closer, and the spot where her tongue flickered across was set on fire. Her breaths brought words with her. Anything. Very well then. He felt her talons slightly dig into his hips, where her hands now had placed them. A low growl began to vibrate in his throat, and they both knew the game had started for real. He hoped for her sake that she knew what she was getting herself involved into. She was fresh meat, she did not know of the rotting flesh of the coyote and her child, nor any of his other doings. The fact that she was an imposter was at the moment far from his mind, but that insight would surely be received in the future, and it would turn the relationship even more interesting.
In a sudden and almost harsh move, he lifted her off the ground. His body protested weakly, as he was nowhere closed to healed, but his mentality outmatched the body and forced it to go on. His arms had brought her up in the air like a bird, and now slowly was lowering her again, but he took a few steps and let her back collide into the very tree she had leaned to earlier when he first had entered the scene., rough, but it had not been hard enough for her to get hurt. He lowered his snout and let his jaws part. His fangs found the side of her throat close to the blood vein, and he let his teeth rake across the sensitive skin ever so lightly, making sure it did not draw blood.
His left hand took a firmer grip on her rump, and his right one caught hold a bit lower on the upper part of her leg, right above her knee. She had left the ground, and in quite a few ways, so had he. He let a warm breath tickle her fur. It was soon too late for protests now. She was like fire to touch, but they were made out of the same burning material. His tongue flickered out and tasted her sweet skin. Lovely.