Redsand Canyon but we can't keep the embers from catching

rolled hit

they might have some bruised ribs in the morning, but donovan didn’t have much room to maneuver either. their jaws wrapped around his throat and caught, and a rush of adrenaline coiled through their limbs. it felt good. respect or not, leader or not, all they’d have to do was bite down.

but this wasn’t a real fight, and renard didn’t really want to kill him. just fuck with him a little. for fun.

and as long as they didn’t want to kill him, the thrashing around was all he needed to do to get free. they could tighten their grip, and all that would do was tear his throat open, so they were forced to let go. coiling back against the stone and slightly hampered by their injured ribs, leaving donovan more than enough space to come down and rake his teeth across their shoulder.

fucking…confined spaces. nonlethal spars. growling – this one with a little harder edge than last time – renard lifted their head and drove forward, snapping at the side of his face.