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Asher glanced over his shoulder in time to catch her pouncing on the knife. In an instant he tackled her, his superior weight pinning her to the blood stained sheets. “If you know what’s best for you,” he grunted as he twisted the blade from her grip, “you will not do that again. I’m hungry enough without you cutting more holes in me.”
She thrashed furiously under him. He raised his hand back to beat her calm again, but something stayed his fist. Instead her held her jaw firm so he could lean down and kiss her. “Suppose it would be a shame to waste a little pet like you.”
A frustrated cry escaped her as he forced the weapon from her hand. Now, in addition to being unarmed, he’s pinning her down on the scarlet soaked sheets.
She froze when he grabbed her jaw, fully expecting the hand to slide lower and clamp over her neck. Understanding dawned on her soon enough however that whatever he’s had planned, it has nothing to do with killing her just yet.
Bastard.
A sharp crack punctuated her thought as her palm connected with his cheek.
The mistake was releasing her wrist so he could free himself of his pants. He underestimated her strength and training. There was a hollow snap in his skull as molars broke free of their moorings. Pain shot white hot through his vision before stars rose and the room went black.
Wedged between her legs, he slumped and went limp with his pants twisted halfway down his thighs. Blood dribbled from his slack mouth onto her cheek with each puff of hot breath while his mind struggled to come back online.
The feline girl whined as his head thumped on the pillow right next to hers. Her mind desperately attempting to wrap itself around what just transpired.
Moments later and she pushed the man off of her, unmindful that he landed halfway out of the bed. Her concern bent on locating the discarded knife--her sole weapon.











