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The words he gave her now were whispers of praise than raving insult, though now his words were mumured and half-slurred with the haze of hurt. More insistent than the pain, however, was his desire -- perhaps the only thing still driving his life forth. He had conquered, and now by right of her stillness, he would have his demanded prize. Her burst forward was unexpected, to say the least, but he jerked out of the way reflexively. It was not enough -- perhaps if Guy hadn't been so otherwise completely occupied, he might have avoided the strike entirely, but as it was, her teeth sank deep into his shoulder. With a grunt the wolf dropped, seeking to smash her occupied head into the mud. His shoulder and arm exploded into another red heat with the sinking of her teeth into his flesh, the tearing and grinding against bone even as they sank to his collarbone.
Though he had other women before, Guy had never tasted a goddess before. He could taste her, too -- a sliver of flesh between his teeth, the warm red blood against his tongue. Her flesh had the same taste as meat he'd eaten before, but as he half-fell, half-pushed forward, he was aware of a different warm sensation, and he knew what separated mortal from deity. Fire licked in rippling waves out from the center of his being and coursed up and down legs and arms both. His belly was a volcanic spring, the clamping bite at the back of his spine almost too painful to bear.
Death for the hunter, came a hazy, half-formed thought as the collarbone snapped with the force of her bite. But his death did not matter -- he'd been baptized and he'd seen the fiery light of angels, and so was saved.
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