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He ignored the flash of her fangs – the hot breath of her fury as it brushed the small furs of his muzzle. His own rumbling response was given, his teeth now nipping hotly from the base of her ear down to her shoulder, as if to devour her. His own tail arced high – a challenge to her – as she attempted to assert dominance over him. Before, the shadowrunner would have attempted to placate his mate’s wrath, to soothe it away with his own leniency.
 
His determination that he had done no wrong was at the forefront of his mind, though, and he sidled even closer to his dragoness – the shadow looking to firmly press against her in his desire to gain her attention completely. He loosed a low growl as his muzzle made its way back to her ear, his own breath warm as it exhaled upon her red lobe. “I’m done playing games, Durnehviir.”
 
She had been his savior in the dark months before – he could not place what she had become now, and it caused the beast to rise within.