Blood quickly trickled into Claude's mouth. The smaller Alpha's red eyes glinted in hunger, remembering how much he loved tasting Len's blood. He adjusted his bite into Len's arm, even shaking it to make it bleed more. His teeth punched bigger and deeper holes, almost hitting bone.
The bigger wolf didn't react to his bite. However, he also stopped pinning Claude to the ground. He just lay on top of his mate, his tongue comfortably hanging from his open, drooling mouth.
Pull!
Claude began pulling on the poor arm. He was using his sharp teeth to slice through the roots and compromised flesh. If the flower's roots didn't weave into Len's flesh, Claude would have taken a chunk out of it already.
Tear!
