The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She moved her lips over him, though he could not scent her desire. All for show? Perhaps. But he had a plan for that. He had been speaking to the pack's healer while she was unconscious and procured a single dose of one of his fun toys. He would be careful, subtle with its use. His desire for her to need him had only grown while she had laid beside him. Feverish and unwell from her injury. 


“It does.” He whispered back to his dear little slave. His play thing, more than a person in her own right. Something to possess and control. To twist her mind around and around until she no longer knew which way was up. 


He let out a breathy growl, digging his teeth into the back of her neck as he dragged her closer to him. Wrapping his paws around her, though he was gracious enough to give some care to her leg. She was so small her body fit so easily between his forelegs. He cradled her to his chest and moved them back through the door, slamming it behind him as he pulled her into their bedding. His teeth hungrily grazed her fur behind her ears, his own desire growing enough for the both of them. He pushed her on the bed beneath him, wrapping his back legs around her. Trapping her beneath him. His weak little prey-thing. His teeth grazed her throat… and then he gave a husky laugh and rose from her. He tapped her chin lightly with a claw. “Not yet, little one.” Not yet. He rose from the bed and trotted to her collection of herbs. His own need hadn't faded, but he could wait. His plans for her needed time to grow. “This tea… what's going in it?”