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Once he was done and distanced himself, Diesel relaxed. It didn't feel good, having someone's fangs so close to her jugular.

He told her to wait. Guessing it was time to soak, the mastiff went over to the pool and took a single lap, which had her head jerking back. "Fuck that's cold."

The female stepped into the pool, and as she submerged she eloquently muttered "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

By the time her new boss returned, her teeth were chattering. It took a lot of self-control not to show how relieved she was to exit. She shook herself some distance away from the wolf.

Frog. Not something she had before, but the dog wasn't picky. As she devoured it, mouth full, she replied to the male.

"I won't get worsh. 'm tough." Tiny bones crunched under her teeth. "They bred ush like that."