Though she remains silent before him, perhaps waiting a little more eagerly than she would have liked to hear his voice, he does not oblige her. Perhaps this is cause for her wrath and her anger- but thus she does not feel it so. For while he did not give her his voice in words, he did give it to her in two soft whines. And that it seemed was enough for her. She was content with it, with him and his actions. With every passing second he is proving himself to her, showing her he knows his place and obviously wants nothing more than to simply before her. Imprinting was still a new art to her, but the more time she spent around the dark male, the more she was unraveling and beginning to understand. This male, this wolf before her was tied to her in a way no other could be- even her Inugami, mated as they were within the depth of Hell with their own bond so strong. And yet it was nothing, in reality- nothing compared to the feroicity and intensity of what lay chained between the chocolate wolf and the midnight wolf. And perhaps it went across Demon code, but this was something else that Fate had twisted and constructed entirely. And who was she to resist such a.. natural pull, such a natural magnetism to the wolf before her? She was loathe to refuse herself of what she wanted, and so she simply did not. She would have it no other way.

Though she had drawn close during her observations of him and pulled away after- that mirrored gaze he held of her own showed just how he desired, how he needed to be closer to her. It was enough to draw a lazy smile across her features, her dark lips tugging slightly upwards at their corners. Oh, how it was perfect- Fate might enjoy to throw twists and turns in her path, but Vera was always a wolf to make the most out of any given situation. She took advantage, full force, and would always strive for what she desired most. And right now, right then, at that very moment, it was the wolf before her. This particular Demon always got what she wanted. Tilting her dark obsidian skull slightly to the right while gazing upon him, there was a certain innnocence she expressed in her features as she watched him. She was a lethal predator in truth- not only experienced in the way of carving prey animals alike, but her own kind as well- knowing just the vital spots to hit and what hindered most to the point of hinderance. She could easily take his throat as her own and claim him in all ways- but while she was brash, there was a tenderness for this wolf that was not there for any other. Even her Inugami was not gifted with such a privilege.

For to be rewarded with tenderness from the flamelicked Demon is a feat no other holds, and it is indeed more than just a little honourable. The wolf should consider himself lucky to be near her, to be before her- to be treated as such, and it shows in her gaze mixed with innocence as she draws nearer. He had close some distance between them already- but it was not enough. She had to have it all. And so she does what she wishes in that moment, and that is to make him all her very own. She closes in on him, seemingly off to the side to make her round of him again. Only, this time- there is no space between them. Now she is saddling herself along side him, her curves rubbing so smoothly and sensually against his frame as she does so. But she does not stop, just as before. She circles him completely, never allowing their bodies to lose contact, for she is insuring her claim on him. Her thick, feminine scent clings to him heavy after her gesture, and when she rounds his other side, her frame dipping just beneath his shoulder with her own coming up against his chest, she is only given to pause then. She holds herself there, pushing up against him- wanting to know what he will do, if he will remain still or return the pressure. To touch her as she had touched him.