Ravensblood Forest What you've done

the throat that had gone parched with a specific thirst now knotted and narrowed, constricting with a guttural snarl as his opposite dragged at the woman's scruff.

it was both a reaction to the dominance asmodeus felt earp had not earned, and a burst of confusion why the teeth had unsheathed for a woman at all. he had been prepared for her favors to be split between them, but not this way. 

the serpent was not built for the unfair nature of pack fighting, the ability of his opponent to call allies. but scuffles with other lone males were far from foreign. in a flurry of snow, asmodeus surged forward on tall limbs, jaws flashing for any part of earp he could meet.

aphrodite's scent fired his blood; a growl that promised to claim her when he was finished.