We Were Never Here[P]

When she commanded him to bite harder, a dark thrill racing through his orange body. He would gladly listen, his teeth crunching down harder on her scruff. Hard enough to draw blood, and most likely hard enough to possibly scar if he was allowed to. His tongue snaked out to lap at the dark liquid, the taste of it driving his sex drive to a whole new level. Every part of his body was on fire, his silver eyes alight with the rough passion that filled him. He would not be gentle with her, not now that this other side of her seemed to open up. He would drive her up the wall, and claim her for his own. He knew that this female had someone that she loved, which only drove him to fuck her more just to rub it in his face. This bitch was his and no one else could take her away. He had claimed her body once, and now he seemed to have her mind within his grasp too. A loud growl sounded from his jaws as he let go of her, let him out of his damaging hold.

She asked why it mattered, and it didn't. All the bastard cared about was mounting her and make her scream. He wanted her moans to bounce of the walls and echo out to any nearby. And he would. No more words would be uttered from his maw, because there was no need for them any more. She was a new wolf, and he was her. All his. His growl was possessive as it slipped from his muzzle, her wet nose sliding around his neck as sharp little bites followed. But then her jaws bit down hard on his shoulder, enough that blood would coat her red and white muzzle. His next growl was very low, a grunting moan following. Yes, yes! This is what he wanted, this blood slipping fuck that even he would remember tomorrow. She pushed against him, and he could read her mind. She wanted to back up, to free herself so that he could mount her. He pulled back slowly, not knowing if she would let go or not when he moved. Blood trickled down his shoulder, the throb matching the beat of his heart. It drove him to his more darker side, the one that he was too lazy to act upon all the time.

Charaz looked down at the red marked woman, his gaze burning into her own. "You. Are. Mine." He growled, each word punching out separately from the rest. She would not be free to wander away this time, they would stay within these twisting paths and romp until neither could move. He would try to feed this other side of Goldilocks, keeping her until her heat was over. After that, he would probably grow bored of her, unless she proved otherwise. His pupils were so wide that they almost swallowed all the silver, a lunar eclipse within their depths. He leaned forward and tried to cover her muzzle with his teeth, not hard enough to puncture but enough to keep her head level. It was a warning, a sign to show her that she was truly his. Only then would they both get the relief that they so desperately needed. He growled around his hold, letting her go and stepping back to allow her to turn around. There was no more putting this off.