They're were-jaguars, author, not were-hyenas

Generally, when I read either romance novels or fic, I tend to skim over the sex scenes. But every once in a while, a particular line will jump out at me and force me to pat attention, like the following one from one of Juliana Stone's older novels that made me re-read the entire page trying to figure out what exactly the guy was doing to the woman:

( cut for NC-17-rated details )