You hissed, when you felt Razor's sharp canine teeth dig into your neck, it had been several times and some of the bites had drawn blood but the wolf boy didn't care.

Razor continued to grip your arm with his rough hands, keeping you in place leaning against the wall with his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth continuing to bite all over the soft flesh of your skin. His tongue slightly tasted the metallic liquid, but he continued to bite with a serious face.

"Mine, more marks..."