Bearclaw Valley hammerfall

and that's why he was a rogue king; he could not control his own for her, not when she was so close and vital and thrumming with vital energies beneath him. dizzied he was! dizzied he was and so when her body grew soft in his arms, ancelin threw himself — directly into her jaws.
voicing surprise for the second time that spar, leapt up, trying to free his fur, his skin from her teeth.
down he came again! to grapple; to tooth and claw, desire warring with competitive conflict, the violence of both making his blood sing in cinnamon heat.