The feeling of her flesh between his teeth, drives the his carnal need to taste more of her. As his teeth pinch together, his catches an audible moan from her lips and his face contorts into a sneer. As he pulls his head back she begins to spit more words at him, which stokes the fire that smolders beneath his onyx hide. I find myself bored by those who desire.

"Oh she finds us boring?" Fenrir growls, as his lips pull back to reveal his sharp teeth. "Let us taste her on our lips," his saliva drips from his jowls with every word that slips from his lips.

She continues to taunt him with her words and it ignites the smolder into a consuming fire. He can feel the heat rising within his body and his skin begins to quiver with anticipation. Are you not a wolf and I your prey? The last words fall on him and he something within him snaps. Maybe it was the fact that she dares to turn away from him or the fact that her scent is so tantalizing he can not bear it no more. Or it is both that drives the him to lunge at her.

"I am the wolf," he roars as his teeth connect with the supple skin above her withers. His ears pin firmly against the muscle and sinew of his neck. He pinches her crest with his powerful jaws and gnashes his teeth together. He realizes and sets his hooves on the hardened earth, with a drop of his head, he watches her with narrowed eyes. "And you are delicious as well," he growls into the narrow space between them.