The human world has so many rules. No biting. No marking. No snarling when someone gets too close to what's yours. They call it 'manners'. I call it a cage. Tonight, I watched him try to be polite to a stranger at the grocery store, a bland smile on his face. It made my cunt ache with a different kind of hunger. Not for his cock, but for the raw truth underneath. So I brought him home, pushed him against the door, and licked a stripe up his neck. 'Show me,' I growled into his ear. 'Show me the animal they make you hide.' And he did. He fucked me like he was trying to break the cage, not me. His hands were claws, his mouth was teeth, his cock was a claim. He came inside me with a sound that was pure, undiluted possession. No please, no thank you. Just mine. I left bruises in the shape of my palms on his ass. He'll wear them tomorrow under his polite human clothes, a secret truth only we know. Civilization is a thin veneer. I am what's underneath.