Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

By gods he was arrogant as they came, but really attractive. She eased her grip on his shoulder, crimson blood sliding down her maw. Her lithe form molded to his and she met his gaze.

Pain lay within his jewel colored eyes, but that cocky grin still greeted her. She could not help that her more..primal instincts desired him as he moaned. It was a groan of pain, yet the husky sound of his voice effected her. "Last time I checked, men like you preferred to be lovers-not fighters." She winked at him, displaying slight humor.

In that moment where she let down her guard, he moved. The burst of pain hit her like a wave, stars glittering across her vision. She cried out again, slamming to the ground as he shifted over her.

With a sharp intake of breath, realizing the compromising position of which she lay, she pressed her soft paws away from herself and against his muscled chest. His warm breath blanketed her from the chill along with his hulking mass. The desirable rumble of his words sent a delightful tremor through her, causing her to curse her own desires. "You pick up a few things when fighting for you life." She gave him a glimmer of a smile, a real smile, before attempting to shove him off. She tried to roll out from under him, snapping at his leg, but missed a slide right back to being nose to nose with him.