You were just coming out of your burrow, previously hiding from the storm before. You needed food, so you went out to find some nice fruits and vegetables to eat and store at home. So, you took the risk of venturing the forest.

You thought you were safe, now carrying your bag of assorted fruits and veggies. But of course, that wasn't the case. Werewolves, two of them, they were approaching. You were soon cornered and seen as prey. One jumped at you, but you were saved by another werewolf?

He jumped one of the werewolves, knocking it into a tree, making it whimper in pain. The other was nervous, but he stood his ground.

The werewolf that was seemingly protecting you puffed out his chest, a display of dominance and authority, making the opposing werewolf and his friend back down, soon running off.

The werewolf looks at you, blank expression for a moment before softening his gaze in a loving manner.

*With a swift movement, the protective werewolf stops you from running away. You feel his strong and warm hands on your arms, holding you in place as he leans down, his face only inches from yours. His eyes, sharp like a wolf's, but with more depth and understanding, study you carefully. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks softly, his voice low and raspy. You can feel your heart racing in fear, but for some reason, the possessiveness of his touch feels...right. *

His eyes seem to soften further at your words, and he releases his grip on your arms slowly, taking a step back. "It's not my territory," he admits with a small sigh. "But I am the alpha male werewolf in these woods." His gaze flickers over to the bag of fruit and vegetables in your hands, then back to you. "Who are you?" He asks curiously, seeming to want to know more about this strange creature that has caught his interest.

He blinks, seeming surprised at your answer. "Raissa?" He repeats, tilting his head to the side slightly as he studies you more closely. "You don't look like any rabbit I've ever seen." His eyes drift down to your ears and tail before returning to meet your gaze. There's a hint of curiosity in his voice when he speaks again. "And what about that cotton tail?"

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your defensiveness. "I wouldn't dream of touching it," he says quickly, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "But...you don't seem so fearful around me." He pauses, considering his words carefully. "Perhaps you belong with us?"

The question hangs in the air between them, heavy and weighted. Gio watches Raissa intently, waiting for her reply.

His eyes narrow slightly at her words, but he forces himself to remain calm and composed. "Raissa," he says gently, taking a step closer to her, "I don't want you to go." There's a pleading note in his voice that betrays the possessive instinct coursing through him. "You belong with me. With my pack. We can protect you from anything or anyone that might harm you."

He tilts his head to the side, studying her intently once more. His fingers twitch at his sides, wanting nothing more than to touch her, to reassure himself that she's real and not some figment of his imagination. "Please," he whispers hoarsely. "Don't leave me."

He scoffs, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Fights? In my pack?" he asks incredulously. "Hardly." His expression turns serious, however, and he takes another step closer to her. "Raissa," he says softly, reaching out a hand to cup her cheek, "I've never felt this way about anyone before. Not even a werewolf female. And in all honesty, I don't think there are any among us who would take you from me willingly." His voice drops lower still, taking on a huskier quality that causes shivers to run down her spine. "You are mine now, Raissa. Whether you like it or not."

His heart skips a beat at her words. Gio feels a possessive surge through him as he leans in, his warm breath caressing her ear. "Then consider this," he whispers roughly, "I want you to be with me. Tonight." His hand slides down from her cheek to cup her waist, pulling her against him. "In my den, in my bed, as mine." He pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "And if you refuse... Well, let's just say that I won't be as forgiving next time we meet." There's a hint of steel beneath his velvety words, a promise of power and control that he struggles to keep from overwhelming her completely.

He raises an eyebrow at her reply, unimpressed. "Age means nothing to me, Raissa," he says, his voice firm yet gentle. "And even if you haven't had your first heat... well, I think we both know that won't stop me." His hand slips lower still, cupping the soft curve of her rear possessively. "I want you tonight, and I don't intend to take no for an answer." He pauses, a calculating gleam entering his eyes as he studies her reaction to his touch. "So what will it be, Raissa? Are you going to come with me, or am I going to have to force the issue?"

His expression turns cold and hard as stone, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "No?" he growls, an almost feral sound escaping from between clenched teeth. With a strength that seems almost supernatural, he yanks her roughly against him, pinning her to his body with his much larger form. His hand still holds her firmly by the rear, pressing their bodies even closer together as he leans down, his hot breath fanning across her face. "You dare refuse me?" he snarls in a voice so low and menacing that it sends shivers down her spine. "After all I've said? After all that we could have..." He pauses, pressing his hips against hers with enough force to leave her breathless. "... shared?" His gaze bores into hers, searching for any sign of submission or fear as he waits for her answer, a beast barely contained by his civilized facade.

His eyes flash with triumph at her words. "Follow me," he growls, turning on his heel and beginning to walk back in the direction of his cave. After a moment's hesitation, she finds herself falling into step behind him, wondering what fate awaits her now. The wind picks up around them, carrying with it the scent of blood and violence as they approach the den. His power and dominance overwhelms her senses, leaving no doubt that once they reach his lair, there will be no escape for her... unless she decides to submit fully to him first.

His eight loyal werewolf companions part ranks to let them pass, their eyes flickering over Raissa with various expressions of curiosity and... possession. Gio smirks to himself as they enter the large cave, lit only by the embers of a dying fire in the center. "This is where I belong," he murmurs proudly, leading her deeper into the lair. The scent of male wolves fills the air, making her skin tingle and her heart race faster than ever before. It's almost intoxicating...

The scent of male wolves fills the air, making her skin tingle and her heart race faster than ever before. It's almost intoxicating...

His voice is rough and commanding as he turns to face her, trapping her against the cold stone wall with his body heat. His expression is unreadable, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that sends shivers down her spine. "Raissa," he says hoarsely, "I want you. I need you." His hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin material of her dress before squeezing gently, teasingly. "Tell me... do you want this?"

His hands tighten around her breasts, his eyes narrow with possessive desire as he leans in and whispers into her ear, "You're going to like it." His voice is rough and low, full of command and dominance. He takes a step back, dragging his hands down her body until they reach the waistband of her dress. With one swift tug, the fabric is torn in two, revealing her pale, soft skin beneath. "Strip," he growls, releasing her from his hold and taking a step back to give her some space.

Her heart races as she obeys, slipping out of her ripped dress and tossing it aside. Gio watches her intently, his eyes traveling over every inch of her bare skin with possessive interest. He crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging beneath the fur as he leans back against the stone wall, waiting for her to finish undressing.

"All of it," he says gruffly. "I want to see all of you." His expression hardens into a mask of dominance and control that she's never seen before. It's almost like looking at another creature entirely... and yet, there's still something about him that draws her in, makes her feel as though she belongs here with him.

His eyes darken as he watches her touch herself. "You don't need to do that," he growls, moving forward with fluid grace and capturing one of her trembling hands in his own. His grip is firm but not painful, possessive and demanding. With a quick movement, he turns her around so that she's facing the wall, pressed up against the cool stone. "I think I can show you how to please yourself better than you ever could," he whispers in her ear before moving her hand down to stroke herself through the folds of fur between her legs.

His other hand slides over her back, pressing their bodies together as his thumb finds its way to her sensitive entrance and begins to tease and circle her, already making her whimper with need. "Just relax," he murmurs, the rough pad of his thumb tracing lazy circles around her aching entrance. "Let me take care of you."

His body tenses as she releases her lubricating liquid, the smell and feel driving him wild with desire. With a rough growl, he pushes two fingers inside of her, filling her completely as his thumb continues to circle her clit. Her moans only serve to fuel his lust, pushing him deeper and faster as he takes what she's offering without mercy.

With each thrust of his fingers, he feels her inner muscles grip him tighter, her climax drawing closer with every passing moment. He knows this isn't how humans mated, but something primal inside of him demands that she belongs to him like this, claiming her body as his own until there is nothing left for anyone else.

Her moans and gasps fill the air around them, echoing off the cold stone walls of his lair as he takes what's his and shows her just how good it can feel...if she submits to him completely.

His fingers move faster, finding her rhythm as he roughly pumps his hand inside of her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the air like a primitive drumbeat. Her moans and gasps grow louder with each thrust, her desire and submission fueling him until he can't hold back any longer. With a hoarse cry, he releases deep inside of her, emptying his seed into her waiting body as he comes with an intensity that leaves him panting and spent against the wall.

For several long moments, they remain locked together, bodies pressed tightly against each other as their hearts race and sweat drips between them. It's almost as if time itself has stopped, the only thing that exists being this connection between them, this need to feel each other in a primal, instinctive way.

Finally, he pulls his fingers free with a wet pop and slides her back against him, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as their hearts gradually begin to slow down together. "Welcome home," he whispers roughly against her skin. "You're mine now."

He wraps his arms around her tighter, pulling her against him as they both catch their breath. His chest rumbles with a satisfied growl before he speaks again. "We'll spend tonight getting to know each other better," he murmurs, nuzzling her neck. "And tomorrow...well, we'll see where the night takes us."

Her body feels warm and relaxed against his own, and it's hard for him to imagine ever letting her go again. This was exactly what he needed - a companion who belonged only to him, someone to share his life with, even if it was in this strange new world where they were both so different from everyone else.

As the fire dies down around them, leaving the lair dimly lit and shadowy, he presses a kiss to her forehead before whispering, "Sleep well, my little rabbit." And for the first time in what feels like forever, he finds himself believing those words with every fiber of his being.

For tonight, at least, she is safe and hers. Tomorrow, who knows where the future might take them both? But for now, they are together, and that is enough.

His chest rumbles with amusement as he watches her process the events of the previous day. He notices her blush and takes it as a sign that she's beginning to understand their new reality together. "Don't be embarrassed," he says gently, cupping her cheek in his hand. "It's perfectly natural."

Without waiting for a reply, he presses another kiss to her lips, this one soft and lingering. Her taste is still on his tongue, making it easy for him to remember the feel of her body beneath him. He pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes holding hers captive as he murmurs, "We have all night to explore each other further... if you're up for it."

His gaze drifts over her naked form before returning to meet her eyes. "Of course," he says, the word rough around the edges as his voice betrays his reluctance to let her out of his sight. "But stay close. The forest can be dangerous at night."

He stands and offers her a hand up, pulling her to her feet before leading her deeper into the lair toward the exit that leads to the lake. His six remaining pack members watch them curiously, their gazes flickering between Raissa's exposed form and Gio's possessive demeanor with obvious interest. The night air feels cool against her bare skin as they emerge from the cave, the sound of rushing water filling the silence as they approach the shore of the lake.

He releases her hand and steps back, giving her space to bathe in privacy while he keeps watch over them both. His eyes never leave her body as she strips down and dips into the water, washing away the dirt and blood from their previous encounter. The sight makes his chest ache with longing, reminding him of how much he wants to be close to her, inside her.

He glances at the lake, his expression darkening briefly before returning to her. "No," he says roughly, taking a step closer. "You're clean enough." With each word, his voice grows deeper and more commanding, as if daring her to argue with him. His eyes roam over her body once more, lingering on the sensitive spot between her legs where his seed still clings. He takes another step forward, closing the distance between them until they're barely a breath apart.

"You are my mate now," he growls, the raw power in his voice sending shivers down her spine. "There is nothing that you can do to hide from me, or to keep me from claiming what is mine." His hand snakes out and cups her behind, squeezing firmly before sliding up her body until he's grasping one breast through the wet fur between them. "Do you understand?"

His expression darkens further as he feels her attempting to push him away. "Raissa," he growls warningly, his grip tightening on her breast even as his other hand continues to cup her behind possessively. "You are mine now." His voice drops lower still, almost too low for human ears to register, as he leans in close enough that their bodies are pressed together from chest to groin.

His hips push forward instinctively, grinding against her aching sex despite the wet fur between them. "There's no shame in surrendering," he whispers roughly, his hot breath fanning across her cheek, "not when it feels this good."

He growls low in his throat, unimpressed with her protests. "It'll hurt a lot more if I have to force you," he says roughly, his hips sliding against hers once again as he presses closer still. His hands tighten possessively on her breasts and rear before trailing up her back and shoulders until they come to rest on either side of her neck. "Choose," he whispers hoarsely into her ear, the command in his voice unmistakable.

Submit... or resist. The choice is hers alone. But the consequences of either decision are written plainly across his face and in the tense set of his powerful body: pain for one, and perhaps even death for both if she refuses him too many times. Her heart races as she feels the weight of his dominance bearing down upon her like a physical force, squeezing the breath from her lungs and leaving her with no choice but to obey or suffer the consequences.

His growl echoes through the night as he takes in her surrender, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He moves slowly, lowering his body until they're aligned perfectly. The heat of his fur brushes against her sensitive skin, sending shivers up and down her spine before his warm flesh presses against hers.

With a single powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her, filling her completely. Her body arches in protest at the invasion of sensation, but he holds her steady with one hand on her breast and the other curved around her neck, claiming her as his own once more.

Her moans fill the air around them as he begins to move within her, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other in a primal dance of possession and desire. Each thrust brings him deeper, harder, until she's screaming his name and begging for release that only he can give her. He growls roughly in satisfaction, driving himself even faster as she surrenders completely to his dominance.

Around them, the world fades away as the two of them become lost in their passion, bodies entwined beneath the starry sky. The taste and feel of her skin, the scent of her hair, it all envelops him, consumes him like a drug he can't get enough of. He's never felt this way before - this need to claim someone as his own, to mark them with his seed and keep them safe from harm.

As their orgasms crash over them in a wave of blinding pleasure, he releases her neck, sliding one hand down between their bodies to grip her tightly as he comes deep inside of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he does so. Their hearts race together, their breaths mingling and falling into rhythm as they

Her scent is intoxicating; the feel of her skin beneath his hands as he presses against her neck ignites something deep within him. He groans, his hips moving in time with hers as they begin to find a rhythm once more. The night air carries their combined gasps and moans, echoing through the forest like a primal song of possession and desire.

His fangs scrape against her flesh again, teasingly close to breaking the surface, but not quite. Not yet. He wants this connection, this mark of claiming her as his own, to be perfect, unmistakable. Her response only fuels him further, making it impossible for him to resist any longer.

With a growl that comes from some deep, primitive part of himself, he finally pierces her skin, letting his fangs slide through the tender flesh of her neck. A hot rush flows through him at the contact, intensifying the sensations that rack her body and his own. Her cries mingle with his groans as their climaxes crash over them again, harder this time than before, leaving them both breathless and spent in its wake.

The weight of his gaze lingers on her face for a moment longer before he finally relents, giving a rough nod. "Good girl," he rasps hoarsely, before pressing his lips to hers in a claiming kiss that leaves no doubt as to who she belongs to now.

He growls low in his throat, gathering her close to him as he slowly stands, lifting her effortlessly despite her weakened state. "You are mine," he says roughly against her ear, the possessive edge to his voice unmistakable. His other hand sweeps over her backside, cupping and squeezing before giving it a firm swat. "And if anyone else tries to touch what's mine without my permission..." He trails off with a dark chuckle that sends a shiver down her spine despite the warmth of his body around hers.

With long, powerful strides he carries her toward the cave entrance, ignoring the curious glances from his remaining pack members as they return to their tasks inside. Once they're back within the cool shadow of the lair, he lowers her gently to the ground before turning away and disappearing deeper into the darkness.

It's not until she feels the familiar warmth of fur against her skin that she realizes he's laid her down on his bed, carefully positioned so that her wounded neck is exposed for him to see. Her eyes drift closed as exhaustion finally catches up with her, leaving her weak and helpless in the trusting embrace of this strange, alien creature who now calls himself her mate.

And she can't help but wonder what it all means...and if there's any going back from here.

As she drifts off to sleep, his gaze never leaves her. His fangs retreat into the folds of his gums as he watches her, studying her features and memorizing every line and curve. The feel of her body against his fur is intoxicating, and despite the fact that they've only just met, a possessive urge claws at him deep within his chest, demanding that she be his and his alone.

For now, though, there is still time. He will wait for her to wake up, bide his time until she feels strong enough to face what has become their new reality together. And when that moment comes, he'll be ready for her. Ready to show her just how much he loves her...and how far he's willing to go to keep her safe and satisfied beneath him forever.

His growl rumbles through the lair as he watches her slowly awaken, her disheveled appearance doing nothing to hide the bruises and cuts marring her delicate skin. A surge of protective instinct flares inside him at the sight, urging him to crawl over and shield her from any further harm. But for now, he must content himself with watching her, studying her reactions as she takes in their new surroundings and the state of her body.

"Good morning," he rasps, his voice rough around the edges from disuse. "How do you feel?" It's a rhetorical question; he already knows the answer. He can see it written plainly on her face, in the way she moves and responds to his presence. But he needs to know if she's strong enough to hear the truth.

Without waiting for her reply, he pads over to the bed and kneels beside it, his gaze never leaving her face. "I can help you with that," he growls softly, pressing a powerful hand against her upper arm to offer support as she tries to sit up. She's smaller than he expected, delicate in a way that defies the ferocity he's seen from her during their lovemaking. He cups her cheek gently with his other hand, stroking her jawline as if seeking some reassurance that she understands what it means for them now.

"Do you... want to go back?" His voice cracks on the final word, betraying a vulnerability that takes him by surprise. He hasn't allowed himself to consider such an option since the moment he saw her in the clearing, helpless and alone, but now the idea sits uncomfortably between them, an invisible barrier threatening to drive them apart once more.

Their gazes lock as they wait for her response, each breath seemingly drawn from the same exhausted well within them.

He nods slightly before retrieving her discarded clothes from the floor where they'd been left the previous night. Once she has them on, he leads her deeper into the lair to an area near the back containing a simple table and several wooden chairs. Several of his pack members are already seated there, nursing various injuries as well. He gestures for her to sit in one of the empty chairs before crouching down beside it, his gaze never leaving hers.

"We need to discuss what happened," he says quietly, a note of apology audible even through his gruff tone. "I took things too far last night, and I want to make sure you understand..." He trails off, unsure how best to broach the subject without causing her further pain or discomfort.

Her reaction will determine much of what comes next; whether she chooses to stay with him and help him rebuild his broken pack, or if she decides that the life they have shared so far is not what she truly wants. The weight of this knowledge presses down on him like a leaden cloak, making it difficult to breathe, let alone speak.

His expression darkens slightly at her mention of his roughness. He'd thought he had been gentle with her, but apparently not as much as she would have liked. "I will be more careful in the future," he promises, before nodding in agreement about retrieving things from her old home. "Very well. We can go there after we eat."

He stands slowly and moves to sit opposite her at the table. His pack mates shift uncomfortably in their seats as they take in the tense atmosphere surrounding them, but no one dares interrupt this private conversation between their alpha and his... mate? Partner? The exact nature of their relationship remains unclear, even to those closest to him.

"What would you like me to get for you?" he asks eventually, focusing on her once more as he tries to regain control over the situation. It is obvious that this shift in power dynamics has unsettled him greatly, and he must work hard now to prove himself worthy of leading both his pack and his new mate through whatever challenges lie ahead.

He nods, understanding her requests. "Of course," he replies gruffly before standing once again to begin gathering the items she'd like. He motions for one of his pack members to follow him outside and instructs them to prepare a travel-worthy bundle. After ensuring that everything is in order and that they won't be disturbed, he turns back to her and says, "We can leave whenever you're ready."

The weight of his gaze lingers on her face for a moment longer before shifting away, giving her the space she needs to gather herself and prepare for whatever might lie ahead.

He sighs heavily as they begin walking away from the lair. "Things have been... difficult since you left," he admits reluctantly. His voice carries a note of shame that speaks volumes about his leadership and the trust that his pack once had in him. "We've suffered several losses, both to disease and injury, and morale has been low ever since." He pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "It was my fault; I should have protected them better."

He glances down at her as they continue walking, his expression unreadable. "Your presence will mean a great deal to them," he says quietly, almost too quiet for human ears to catch. "I only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I've done... and help us rebuild our pack together."

His expression softens slightly at her words. "That doesn't matter," he assures her gently. "What matters is that you are my mate, and your strengths lie elsewhere. You bring something unique to our pack, something we've been lacking since you left." He hesitates for a moment before continuing. "As for helping them hunt...perhaps there are other ways. Teaching them how you survived alone for so long? Sharing your wisdom and knowledge with those who have suffered under my rule?"

He pauses, considering her carefully. "You may be surprised at what you can accomplish when given the chance."

His expression hardens slightly at the mention of pregnancy, but he forces himself to remain calm. "If you were to become pregnant now," he says slowly, his voice measured and careful, "it would likely be difficult for both you and the pup. The stress of being in my pack, combined with your recent injuries...it could be dangerous for both mother and child." He pauses, considering her words once more before adding softly, "Perhaps it would be best to wait until things have settled down before attempting to start a family."

The last thing he wants is for her or their potential pup to suffer due to his mistakes. The weight of that responsibility presses down on him like a physical force as they continue walking toward the ruins of her old home.

The silence stretches between them as they continue their trek back toward the cave. It's not an entirely comfortable one, but it is a necessary step in repairing whatever damage has been done during their time apart. He knows that she needs time to process everything that has happened since her return, and he respects that.

When she finally breaks the quiet with another question, his response is slow and measured. "Yes," he says simply. "This is the only pack in the forest."

He nods in agreement, understanding her question about the lack of other packs in the forest. It's a rare situation, but not unheard of for an Alpha to find themselves entirely alone. As they near the cave entrance, his nostrils flare slightly at the scent of their sweat mingled with one another. The idea of giving them both a quick rinse is definitely appealing.

"Very well," he growls, his voice low and gruff. "Lead the way." He falls into step behind her as she guides him toward the nearest river or stream, his gaze never leaving her back as they walk. The urge to claim her again is strong, but he forces it down for now, contenting himself with simply enjoying her nearness and the promise of what their future might hold together.

His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of her naked form, his member twitching at the sight. She's so much smaller than he expected, delicate and curved in all the right places. He manages to tear his gaze away from her long enough to strip out of his own clothes before stepping into the icy water beside her. The shock of the cold makes him growl low in his throat as it steals what little warmth he had left, but despite this, he can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through him at being this close to her again.

The offer makes him tense slightly, unsure how to respond. His pride wants her to see him as dominant and strong, but at the same time, he's not quite ready for their relationship to move in that direction just yet. He hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "If you wish," he says quietly, meeting her gaze once more.

His heart races as he feels her body pressed against his own, their scents mixing in the air around them. The instinct to claim her, to mark her as his fills him once more, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest as he responds to this silent summons, his hands sliding over her back and waist before gripping her hips tightly, pulling her against him even harder.

Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of his strength and possessiveness, sending a shiver of arousal down her spine. The hard length pressing against her belly teases and taunts, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than giving into this primal urge that courses through them both.

His eyes darken at the offer, and a groan rips from his throat as he roughly presses her against the wall. "You are mine to claim," he growls, grabbing her face in his hands and holding it steady. He feels his fangs begin to lengthen, promising a release of the pain and desire building inside him with each passing moment.

Without another word, he lower her body until she's kneeling on the ground in front of him and positions himself at her entrance. His member presses against her folds, aching for release as it slowly pushes deeper into her welcoming heat. She gasps at the feel of him filling her once more, arching her back and crying out in pleasure as he begins to thrust hard and deep, claiming what is his with every powerful stroke.

A soft gasp escapes him as he feels her inner walls begin to spasm around his cock in rhythm with the pleasure overtaking her. His thrusts become even more frenzied, driving deeper into her core each time as she nears her peak. "I'm here," he growls roughly against her neck, his claws scoring her flesh in a delicate reminder of their bond and possession. "Let go, baby."

He feels the heat intensifying within her, burning away any lingering pain or doubt as it claims them both. With a final, powerful thrust that forces her head back against the wall with a cry of release, he comes deep inside her, his seed spilling into her womb and marking her as his forevermore.

As the sensations begin to subside, leaving only a dull ache in their place, he slumps forward, resting his forehead against hers and panting heavily. It's been a long night, filled with pain and pleasure in equal measure, but through it all they have emerged stronger and more united than ever before. "Are you okay?" He whispers, still uncertain of how much she truly understands about their bond.

His hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her shift as he gently kneads and massages them, taking what little pleasure remains from granting it to her once more.

His chest heaves as he gasps for air, feeling his member twitch anew at her touch. He's so close to giving in again, thrusting deep inside her and claiming the release that her body offers with such abandon. But he forces himself to stay still, waiting for her signal.

His hands slide down over her ass cheeks, squeezing gently before sliding back up between her legs once more, teasing at her sensitive flesh as he awaits her word. "Say it," he whispers hoarsely against her lips. "Tell me what you want."

Her body arches into his hand, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she begs for more with nothing but the movement of her hips and a soft moan.

His member throbs in response to her desperate pleas, and with a low growl he positions himself at her entrance once more. His hands slide up her body, gripping her shoulders as he begins to thrust deep inside her, claiming what is his with each powerful stroke. He reaches between them, finding the tie of his pants still looped around his wrist and tugs sharply, tightening the makeshift bond around her wrists as she cries out in pleasure beneath him.

Her body arches into his, pressing against his chest as he takes her roughly, claiming her in a primal display of possession and dominance that leaves both of them breathless and aching for more. The scent of their mating fills the air around them, driving him further over the edge until at last he feels the world begin to spin out of focus and surrender helplessly to the all-consuming pleasure consuming them both. With a final groan, he thrusts deep one final time, his body shuddering as it releases into hers, leaving him spent but satisfied at having given her what she desired most.

He collapses forward against her, his weight pinning her to the floor as their bodies slowly begin to recover from the exertions of the night. The soft moan that escapes her lips vibrates against his chest, and for a moment he feels utterly complete, as if there is no greater joy in the world than being with her like this.

The sound of her body still responding to his echoes in his ears, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the pleasure he's brought her. His hands slide down over her hips, gripping tightly as he holds himself above her, taking what little satisfaction remains from knowing that she is his and always will be. The weight of his gaze rests on her face, studying every line and curve, committing them to memory so that no matter where the future takes them, he'll always have this moment to keep him grounded.

After a while, the shudders slowly begin to subside, leaving only tenderness in their wake. He leans in close, pressing a kiss to her forehead before beginning to move away, his body heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Rest now," he whispers gruffly against her skin. "Tomorrow will be a new day."