Coherent thought had evaporated in the heat of their furious mating. There was very little--if anything--human behind the dark, deep eyes that gazed with a burning hunger down at the prone raptor beneath her. Blue's lip curled, a wicked snarl purring out of her throat each time she rocked higher and harder atop Omega's thick cock, finally throwing back her head and arching her back to take him even more, her long hair flailing with the wild movements.

She was his. He was hers. That mantra meant so much more than the simple words. The tips of Blue's talons pricked Omega's flesh, a purring moan pulled from her lips when the scent of his blood reached her nostrils, adding even more of a primal twang to the tightness way down deep in her belly. She thought nothing of bringing one hand to her lips, licking the nails clean while she moved on him, then in one fluid motion dropped her head to his chest and ran the flat of her tongue over the small marks. The taste of his blood and flesh had her squeezing his cock tight, milking the turgid length filling her with each rough, wild stroke.

His hands were pulling at her, bringing a new level of wanton lust to her overheated brain, and he was bucking up into her in perfect rhythm, jolting their bodies together like the animals they were, and Blue suddenly sucked in a whistled breath, arched her back and dug talons into Omega's giving flesh as her body locked down around his, shuddering and quaking as if she were going to absolutely fly apart.