Stavanger Bay Bikini body

The bristle of Mordecai’s hackles against Szymon’s lips and the metallic tang of blood whipped the young Cairn into a frenzy — the monster roiled within him and his sulphureous eyes flew wide as a snarl ripped from the depths of his gut. The burn of Mordecai’s fangs as they lashed against Szymon’s thigh just above the slope that led to his hock only infuriated the boy further, but it also afforded him greater purchase — he hoped. Throwing his weight against the older male, Szymon snapped again, using the tight knot of their bodies in an attempt to gain a more secure grip on the juncture of the trespasser’s nape and right shoulder. He wanted to reopen that scar tissue and make it weep with new blood — the push of his powerful hindquarters was no less fervent for the bloody wound engendered by Mordecai’s equally feverish jaws.