Duskfire Glacier burn

good. she didn't wish to spar the boy, but wished to witness the fury of the man. heat rushes through her veins—a mixture of allure and wrath. heady, consuming; the fire of it dances within wild eyes. narrowed with pupils pinpointed—honed in on her target. 

her teeth pierced the flesh of his scruff, a trickle of his blood trailing down her throat. he tastes divine. jaws setting and locking, she holds her latch. she does not whip and tear—not yet. 

instead, she uses it as an anchor. the air leaves her lungs in a heavy exhale, her breath hot against his fur. toned legs tensing to counteract the weight of the shove. he wouldn't knock her down so easily. 

she released the hold only when his fangs snag on the flesh of her flank. a slight tear that stains the white of her side. she whips away from him with a wheeze of a laugh, maw stained red as she smiles wild. tongue curling against her lips to savor the metallic tang. 

she goads him with a sway of her tail. "enough dancing, faust. fight." she needs to feel his fury. she wants to bend beneath his weight, only to refuse never to kneel.