[And in the wake of that whisper, Fang's hand melted from its imitation of claws into the genuine, wickedly hooked deal, and left a shallow slash from mid-thigh to just above Chariot's knee with a quick rip of Fang's arm.]
[Hers.]
[Some distant part of her mind knew the others would have questions about these scars—but the rest of her mind was still spinning with Witchblood, taken over by the Turnskin's primal instinct and the thought made Fang shiver: that her other partners would see her marks, know what they did here tonight, know that Chariot begged to be claimed by her. It's enough to make her core throb with a new spark of arousal.]
[Her other arm pushed Chariot up enough that she could get at the zipper of her outfit, yanking it down with impatience.]
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[Hers.]
[Some distant part of her mind knew the others would have questions about these scars—but the rest of her mind was still spinning with Witchblood, taken over by the Turnskin's primal instinct and the thought made Fang shiver: that her other partners would see her marks, know what they did here tonight, know that Chariot begged to be claimed by her. It's enough to make her core throb with a new spark of arousal.]
[Her other arm pushed Chariot up enough that she could get at the zipper of her outfit, yanking it down with impatience.]