[mariah?!]

It was then that the wyvern pounced, bowling the gryphon over roughly once more. This time, however, he carried out his request himself––taking the fabric of the shorts between his teeth and administering a crude yank. He was rewarded with the tearing of matieral .. and the unveiling of his mate's desire, the evidence that he couldn't hide no matter how much he wanted to.

Bracing both paws on the insides of the gryphon's thighs, keeping them firmly apart, Israfel first applied his mouth to Svara's cock and then to the wet throbbing between his legs, touching his tongue to the glistening nub of pink flesh and coaxing it between his jaws, suckling upon its hot peak, careful to keep his teeth out of the attentions. His claws, however, were another story. Talonlike and unretractable, there was no withdrawing them, and so when he kneaded the gryphon's thighs, their sharp points stabbed with every motion, though there wasn't enough pressure involved to draw blood.

Throughout the task, Israfel kept up a steady hum, vibrations rumbling low and sensual in his chest.