Aren't you lucky?

You know Brakkor goes fucking FERAL for Jocelyn, once he's officially allowed to "hunt" her. This primal play scene was so damn hot, wasn't it? Enjoy this NSFW rendition of what it might have looked like...after he chases her down and catches her. 
Hunt. Catch. Fuck.. 
It had served me just fine in the past. But now...

My laughter died completely when he reached down and yanked my sundress over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra and soaked panties.
He lowered his head, his tusks gleaming in the twilight. “And now I’m going to fuck you, Kitten.”
Finally.
“Yes, please,” I breathed, almost giddy in anticipation.
“Turn around.”
He didn’t give me time to comply with his command, but lifted me to face the oak tree. He took my wrists and planted my palms against the rough bark.
“Don’t move.”
I shivered when his hot breath caressed the nape of my neck, and then his fingers—his claws—were dragging gently down my spine. I tried to peer over my shoulder.
“Brak—”
It was all I was able to get out before I felt him use those claws on my underwear, slicing through both sides. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to catch it, but the material fluttered to the ground as he nudged my legs apart and stepped between them.
With a moan, I rocked my ass back against him, feeling his hard length through his jeans.
“You remember, Joss?” he growled, callused palms skimming up my sides. “You remember what happens when I fuck you?”
Oh God, did I. I’d spent weeks dreaming about the instant orgasms his cock had given me. I moaned in response, my eyes fluttering closed and my head falling back as his hands reached my boobs.
He didn’t remove my bra, but merely reached down into it and hefted my breasts out, fingers immediately going to my nipples to roll them. Half-gone to desire, I writhed against him, trying desperately to hold myself upright.
“You’re going to come on my cock like a good girl, right?”
“Please, Brakkor,” I begged. “Give me your cock. I’ll be such a good girl.”