The Sentinels [M] little blue frog

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She turned and he felt that when her eyes flickered across him that she could read his mind, that she could see his yearning body ready to do what nature demanded of it — what he lusted for, what all of this was leading towards. Dingo might've been a lonely sort but he never entertained the thought of attacking a girl for what he wanted. But he hadn't been fibbing that hard when he'd said he'd been lonely - he hadn't been in the company of anyone in a very long time, and beyond that, hadn't been able to manage his stress with his favorite activity either. When she looked at him, he felt flush with his need, and thought that she was batting her eyelashes - telling him with her body language, that sly look over her shoulder, that she wants it. He didn't hear her words when she began the tour. His mind was abuzz with possibilities, fragments of imagination, and before long he realized he couldn't take waiting.

His jaw tensed as he tried to keep his mouth shut, lest he say something crude or telling, something frightening that might scare her away. She'd fallen for a lot of his trickery so far and for once Dingo was pleased with himself, happy to bask in her company — although her voice was very sweet, and she was staring at him - waiting for something - 

He took a breath, tried to steady his nerves and formulate something candid to say, something that wouldn't alert her to his intentions, but he was taking too long. Her eyes were on him, he felt so hot — she was so hot, and begging him, asking him for — for that connection, that release. Dingo didn't know he was launching himself at her until he was already mid-lunge, and at that point the feeling of his chest hitting her back roused in him more of the same lust.

Words didn't flow from his mouth. His teeth flashed as he grappled at the back of her neck, using the surprise of his tackle to  press himself against her and his teeth to pull himself in to place along her back; he knew how to do this. He knew she wanted it. She wouldn't have been so nice to him if she didn't want it -- she said it with her eyes, with that coy over-the-shoulder glance. Well he wanted her, and he would have her.