Feeling Alexa's tongue on his skin made him even more excited. Definitively, Alexa was tasting more of his hormones after licking him.  For some strange reason, he did not fear her fangs: his instincts suggested that no harm could come from them. Even so, the deliciously sexy girl continued to have some initiative before melting down under him. The mere idea of having a hot night enticed his imagination. He was forced to concede that the idea of a hot night was going to be slightly different with Alexa: her body was very cold compared to his own. Even so, there was something special in that coldness, possibly the exoticism of mating with such a different creature.<br/><br/>Puternic could read between the lines as Alexa spoke. He was not used to that kind of challenge: He had already seen how much panick his fangs instilled in his girls: if there were one thing bothering Rica Balatiu was the fear in his pack. None of his girls had grown to admire and worship him because of fear. He was always ready to mate, to protect, to defend, to feed, to provide. Fear was to be instilled in the beta boys challenging him: actually, this hardly happened as his muscles and his fighting skills were more than enough to intimidate any other member in his pack (or gang, as the police would prefer to refer to Puternic's group). However, this time was different. Alexa was asking to see them.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Puternic moved his head violently to get rid of her grip - Alexa had touched him in a displeasing area - at the same Alexa felt his powerful grip controlling her neck again and moving it to the older position. This time, his eyes faced her in a dominant way, just as his lips were opening. By then, his bermuda jeans was already unzipped, letting his member free to attack. His tip rubbed her flat abs and slid down to her left thigh,teasing her even more. While Alexa's thought were probably lost in his member, his pair of fangs appeared swiftly. Not so long as Alexa's, his fangs were thicker, showing that rather than biting for the blood, they were more useful to tear the flesh apart of his victims. His sharp tips were no less intimidating than Alexa's. Just like everything else in Puternic looked like manly raw, his fangs were yellowish, but not in an unhealthy way: they were just that colour because he was alive and using them.<br/><br/>Just like a wild beast, Puternic growled as he tilted his head backwards. She had asked to see his fangs and that was what he had to show. But he was not planning just to show her. Still holding her neck, he lowered his head towards her left shoulder and one of his fangs precisely pierced her tight dress, without cutting her skin: of course, she probably felt his warm fangs covered with his saliva, even more impregnated with his hormones. His plans were not so limited though: he slid down his fangs to rive her left side, revealing her breasts. He was enjoying the game as much as Alexa was.<br/>