Redhawk Caldera oh won't you take me home. [m]

His jaws wrapped around her gullet, then tightened. He felt the little ridges of her neck bones and the subtle thrum of her pulse. Then his teeth were pressing into her flesh, then through it. Peregrine growled savagely as his fangs buried themselves in her jugular, releasing a veritable flood of blood into his mouth. He did not let go, however; instead, he lifted her partially off the ground and began to wring her like she was some sort of rag doll.