Maisie
I bit down on his shoulder hard enough to taste blood. I kicked and thrashed and tried to roll him, and when I caught his neck between my jaws, I bit down hard.
He snarled, trying to shake me off, but I'd always been stubborn.
His blood ran down my throat and he stopped trying to tear me off him. Instead, he dropped his weight suddenly, crushing the air from my lungs.
I bucked, my jaw loosening its grip. Taking that chance, he adjusted, using his greater mass to trap my hindquarters while his jaws closed carefully but firmly on the scruff of my own neck.
The pressure was exquisite, but the pain jolted me out of my rage. I cried out, thrashing under him, but he had my limbs trapped under him. Every time I tried to twist free he tightened his hold, a low, warning growl vibrating through his teeth and into my spine until my muscles locked against my will.
