The pressure from the males body weighted him down. And he could feel the blood weep from the small cuts that the attacker had made, the attempt was futile. Heath would not allow him to sink his teeth deep within his skin. Claws fought, and the boy barely managed to keep standing. Again and again the male ran his teeth against his neck. Though the larger males body shadowed his own, Heath felt a shiver pass over his spine. The pain increased as another attempt was made to ensnare his neck, but Heath was passed savoring it. It was revolting the other’s body atop of his. The weight too much and his legs too weak.
White fangs, gleaming against their tainted fur, bit at the paws that came in contact with his face and shoulder. And then he was down. Against the ground and twisting his body in hopes of freeing his body from the other. It was a defeat, as well as a tactic. Jaws snapped against the limbs that tore at his body. The other would be on top of him in a moment, but the boy’s jaws shot out in hopes of find the soft throat of the male that sought his again and again.
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