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The touch on her back was clear, indicating a want for the kill. Amy didn't want to give up the kill, especially after her arm was torn into, sending her into a frenzy. Her eyes burned cold, claws reached out to remove his throat. Fang was faster, unfortunately. Immense disappointment rang through her as the dog was dragged away. Growling she stood up, watching him take the victim back towards him, licking her lips. He would pay for that.
Blood covered the area, coating the female in the delicious liquid. She was going to have to clean up after this. Perhaps Fang would be willing to help. The image of what they would be doing glinted in her mind, even as she egged him towards the kill. The throat was ripped out, and Amy was there, placing her hand in the one that held the throat. Humming with pleasure Amy licked at his face, tasting the blood that flickered there. No words, just pure lust and power, sated by the kill.
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