Your dead end dreams don't make you smile

Jaws knew he had her this time. The look in her eyes betrayed her. The coywolf was about to make another move when the white female left his side again, running off a short distance before stopping to entice him to follow. Jaws growled, too low for her to hear it now. He was not keen to chase and frolic having spent so much time already agitated by the tease of it; he wanted to have his way with her now.

When he caught back up to her, Jaws immediately threw his long leg across her shoulder, grasping her as strongly as his heavy paw could. His teeth grazed her ear as he whispered in a thick, lewd voice. "Why don't you stop running now, so I can show you how to deal with those feelings."