Honey, honey, you're my favorite drug

There was only a moment where she allowed herself to revel in the feeling of his lips against hers once more before it was abruptly ended by the feeling of Alastor's large paw grabbing at her throat. Her eyes went wide with a strangled gasp and before she could really comprehend what was happening she was thrown to the ground, the impact of the rocky shore on her back making her wince slightly. All at once Alastor filled her vision as he loomed over her, his paw hard on her throat and making it nearly impossible to breathe more than shallow, strangled gasps. When she looked up at him she saw something that she hadn't seen in a very long time—the true demon that she had married. Before they formed the pack, before they had a family, before he had medicines and herbs to temper him, he had been wild and untamed, violent and ravenous. She loved every facet of this brute from the sweet, tender moments she was able to witness with him and their pups to this dark, nearly murderous gaze as his paw squeezed tighter and his jeweled claws dug at the side of her throat. Her blood stained paw lifted to grip near his ankle, but she didn't try to pull his paw away or push him off of her. She held him there, looking up at him with just as much unrelenting, defiant fire in her aqua gaze. As much as that strike was satisfying for her own frustration and anger, she also knew what it could do to him. She wanted to smack the infuriatingly hard, cold exterior off of his face and that had very much been accomplished.

She struggled to take a breath for a long moment more, feeling that fairly familiar, heady feeling of lightness start to creep in from the fringes of her mind, until his paw finally relented enough for her to breathe in a more substantial gasp, making her eyes flutter as she found her way back to full consciousness. No sooner than she had managed to get air into her lungs did he claim her muzzle, pulling a slightly surprised, but pleased groan from the Matriarch. She kissed him back with the same furious, hungry, desperate desire, tasting him on her tongue and feeling the heat of his dominating form over hers. Her back arched off of the pebbles of the shore while her paws gripped around the back of his neck, toes tangling into his thick, flowing fur and claws lightly pricking his skin. Everything she had felt moments before began to ebb away, scorching the earth with brazen lust and primal desire. Her lecherous needs had been a frequent escape the last few weeks, drowning everything out in physical lusts, but this was even beyond that. This felt like a return to what their relationship had sparked from. It reminded her of how he had claimed her on their wedding night, how he had been when he bested her in their ruthless fight and had taken the leather band from her wrist. She didn't think of anything else but him and this moment and she gave a quiet growl of heated need as her hind legs hooked around his waist, clinging to him and pulling him into her while her most base needs screamed for her demon and gave all of her over to him.

"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"