Stone Circle Jaws 4: The Revenge

He couldn't help himself. He wanted to feed into this more. He would handle this how he knew how, and since she had come into his space, he would ensure she would be the one leaving. He would make sure he was the one standing. "Aren't you so perfect?" he spat, and if he really wanted to, he would've wiped his paws on the ground just to rub it in. Just to make sure she could physically see his words. If she wasn't getting the picture, he'd paint it out for her. He'd make sure she saw it since she wanted to so badly, didn't she? 

Scrunching his nose, he paced back and forth, as if he couldn't maintain himself. Oh, and he was trying. Trying not to fuck this up for himself, yet his tongue sabotaged him repeatedly. "You want to play a princess now? Clean?" Still, he paced, back and forth, side to side, never once breaking his eye contact from her. 

"You may have restraint now, Tauris, but when it end's you can come to me. Maybe then I'll get my fix of seeing you loathe me all soaked up. You'd like that?"

Make it go away, or make it fight him. He no longer saw how else to handle it.

Though his nose continued to burn, and he himself could not remove his eyes from her for other reasons. These reasons alarmed him. Perhaps, and he'd never have admitted this to himself, that her scent alarmed him more than her words and presence. He didn't know how to handle her closer.