If there had been a moment when his heart leapt, well, the Iromar king would not have deigned to acknowledge it. Blackthorne, after all, was a rapscallion with a reputation for ruthlessness. Honestly, though, he hadn't had much of a chance to prove his bloodthirstiness. Not yet. Oh, but it was coming.

Grimoire might be considered crazy by others. Even to Thorne she was a bit off the wall but he specialized in such things. His was a temperament that was capricious; at once dignified, gloried, then furious and fantastical the next. It is a wonder that the female does not try to pull away. A wonder too that she has attacked such a male as ripe in his hormonal winter stage, especially as the taint of her scent infects him. Pregnant. It further agitates him as his teeth sink down on her jaw - the desire to cull her body of those bastard children is there. It is not that he wants Grimoire so much as he wants to be the one to touch her.

The feel of her tongue on the underside of his chin pauses his assault, his eyes dilated with his hunger, desire, rage. The taste of her coppery blood in his mouth almost makes him come unglued. He held her there for a painfully long few moments, eyes staring into her excited ones, blood pooling at the edges of his lips and gums, dripping over with saliva before he gives one good, rough, jolt downward on her maw before releasing her. He doesn't step back, however, his dominant posture remaining stiff while his tongue laps around his lips to scoop up her blood.

"It isn't wise to play with fire," he hisses, but there is a decidedly pleased expression on his face as he relaxes a bit though every time he inhales her, his lips twitch with a half-hidden snarl. "Is that how you ended up in such a state?" It might be jealousy there in his voice, backed by the hoarseness of his own testosterone, instinct crying out for dominance over all things, but he merely flicks his tail in much the way a cat would in annoyance. She was not his, not Iromar's, and she had already been taken. If she had not, well, this meeting might turn out differently.

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