He saw the look on her face moments before his claws hit her chest full on. His claws was not as sharp as hers, but it was the power behind them that was the real weapon. They both went flying onto the ground, and she was lucky that it was a mat on the ground. The smell of her blood and her lingering arousal took over him. He smiled as he kept the ring going. He was starting to understand the dam thing. He felt her under him, powerless. He felt a swell of pride as he had her like that. He bent down and smelled her again. He looked down at her body. It was torn and bleeding, he did not want her like that, but it was part of the reason that she was staying there. He bent down, and for some reason he licked up her shoulder wound. It was still bleeding, and her blood tasted as good as it ever did. But this was not a lick to make her mad, but more of a, claiming one. His natural healing ability in his siliva speeding up her own stopping the bleeding, but not fixing the wound. He growled at her, a challenge and a statement at the same time.