Jack is following his nose, eyes closed to mere slits, hunched over, feet digging into the soft, wet soil. His arms are burning from ripping loose from his shackles but his nose is burning even worse with the warm, thick scent of his prey.
It is easy to get where he needs to be; his nose is painfully sensitive on full moon and locks don’t stand a chance against his sharp claws.
For a while he doesn’t know whether he wants to bite or lick more. It should be very concerning but his self is down and far away, and his prey is close enough that he can taste it on his tongue.
Pretty thing, he is; smelling like something Jack wants to roll in; lying on his belly with a plush ass up and inviting, tail flicking lazy in his sleep.
Jack entertains the thought of driving his teeth into one juicy, fat thigh, but ends up licking the thick, curling fur instead – grooms him as long as it takes for his prey to snap out of sleep, at which point he needs to hold him down, both of them struggling – sharp hoofs kicking into his soft, unprotected belly until he has to let go with a whine, trying to slink away and getting overpowered by the compact body seemingly nothing but sheer muscle and determination.
He mindlessly shows his throat and whimpers, tail between his legs, belly churning and hurting from the vicious kicks.
(Jack will be so confused the next morning when he finds himself in Gabriel Reyes’ bed the next day with a rope around his throat like a collar and Reyes trying to offer him dog foot with a cruel little twist on his mouth)
(Reyes doesn’t want him to know how very flustered he was at the whole thing)
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