You Have The Right To Remain Violent

Charaz let out a gruff laugh at her words, his body shaking. "But Snow, baby, ice and snow control the earth in the winter. Winter chokes out life and snuffs hope. That is why you are my Snow." He said, deep baritone pushed out in a soft whisper. Oh yes, she would do just fine for a little romp. That was if she stopped asking questions. The beast rolled his silver eyes, grinning when he smacked her rump with his tail. "I cannot be tied down by the laws and rules of a pack, babe. No, I'm as free as they get." He narrowed his eyes, studying her and taking in that yummy scent. No pack stench on her, which was good. Maybe he could claim her and make a little harem of woman to fuck when he pleased. Ah, that would be the life.

She was a fierce bitch though, he could taste it. Growling with pleasure he swatted his orange tail at her again, a rumble vibrating in his throat. "Enough talking though, why don't we let our bodies to the talking for us Snow?" He asked, a single brow raising. What would she think of that? Just a quick boink would sade his appetite for sex, for the next hour or so.