Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

extravagant, dominant; merrick felt himself stretched and twined and laid out upon a rack. but where one might pull a lever and yank limbs from their socket in a slow, horrid torture, this was honey and fire and his mind felt as though it were made from melted candlewax.
donovan was content to strip every bit of quarrel from merrick, though the last showed itself in a growl as the bearwolf glanced back along one hard-muscled shoulder. "no." waste not, want not; he saw no reason for that when he could indulge fully in all the tiger held out.
skin alight with a thousand needlepricks of light, merrick snarled a laugh and urged the brutish casanova forward with a catlike lash of his dark plume.