Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

Her scrambling is met with angry teeth, her skin giving away to sharp punctures as he makes contact all over: her shoulder, ribs, leg, and a puncture through the ear that tears and bleeds the most. New warmth is met with a sudden chill as blood flows from her rust color fur, darkening and amplifying the underlying red. Squirming only makes him bite more, and her wounds ache and tear, and she slows when her energy begins to deplete rapidly. It isn’t clear, at first, what he wants, and Ocra doesn’t know what to do—let him do what damage he wants and leave her be or fight tooth and nail the entire way—but the decision is quickly snatched out of her grasp.
 
Teeth find their way back to her nape and he moves across her body, putting his full weight against her. She’s frozen in the moment, feeling her fur soak to his drool and his front limbs hooking roughly around her hips. Dark green eyes widen, her tail clamps firmly between her legs protectively, and she tries to launch forward out of his grasp. He clings to waist, teeth piercing the back of her neck, and she doesn’t succeed in doing anything other than causing more damage as he bucks against her without purchase.