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He’s on her like that, two paws pushing down over her ribs, fangs widely bared to catch her jaws with his own.

She’s a mouthy pain in the ass. A real bitch. Another man’d crush her jugular until it’s lights out.
He thought about it. Against it.
Decided he wanted his own little side project. To grow something more than plants.

He knelt, covering her red with the entirety of his mottled pelt. Chasing every one of Sangre’s bites with one of his own to her ears, her jaw, her cheek. They were both slick with blood.

Mío ahora

Mine now

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