The Sentinels forge me a blade

Sadly, no. Haha! I must say it has been a bad run for poor ol' Rakk so far.

Embry could feel the brute tremble slightly within his clamped jaws. He relished the tremor and bit deeper, declining the male's pleading for release. Who is the servant now? He thought, his lips curling upwards in a grin whilst his jaw strained against muscle and bone.

There was a dull popping sound, and a warm tide of blood surged across his tongue. The deep, velveteen liquid lapped against his teeth and filled his mouth until he all but felt it bubbling at his lips. No, he would not relent just yet. He found this chewtoy much too favorable.