Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

The female plays with him. Lightly she bites at his ears again before moving to his neck. He snarls viciously. She is close to him. Too close. He pushes hard off his hind legs and into her. If he can knock her to the ground, then he will rip into her flesh. Bleed, the voices call. Lust, they say. He would savage her if she didn't annoy him so much. He hasn't had the chance to mate and the lust almost overpowers him at times. This one doesn't rouse him. Not with her nonchalant attacks. His only goal now is to kill her. All he can envision is her lying on the ground dead.