Aveshar leaned back, considering the lithe female stretched beneath him. She was softer than he -as nearly everyone was- giving where he demanded... Doing as he commanded... He had claimed her, marking with a semi-circle of red on her haunches. She had accepted it... Admitted it... 
He rumbled in a self-satisfied manner... His... All his... 
He grinned, nipping at her chest, neck, cheeks... Rumbling nearly playfully as he teased and taunted her.