The male was expecting an actual attack, something that would turn into a bloody fight. And though some blood was shed it was much less than he anticipated and it was not in the way he was expecting. The female was upon him now, and the pair exchanged growls, though Macaria’s were different than his. His were still threatening, but hers were not they were…different. The male realized where this was going, even though he had never done the deed he could tell when he the mood and feelings were right. Grey Wind’s growls changed to a different kind, a more primal sexual kind. His daggers went to her throat, not to truly harm or kill her, but to tease her. And he knew it was working, the female pressed into his touch, drawing his daggers deeper until finally the skin was broken. The darker colored femme was still on top of him, and the blood dripped down, falling into his mouth. He was no stranger to blood and viscera, but this was different. This was blood of his own kind, not the prey that he normally feasted on. But he was not here to feast on her, at least not in that way.

The male was trying to figure out what was going on with the girl. He expected her to react in some way to his teeth, not that pain was always bad, it could be a good thing, a really good thing. But she didn’t react at all, as if she didn’t feel it. Macaria just continued to push into his touch, whether it was a gentle touch or not. Though the brute may not be a gentle being, he still did not want to actually injure the female. He may not be sure what his feelings for the female were, he knew they were something. His teeth continued to move along her form, in every inch that he could reach, and she continued to lean into it, pull away, cause her flesh to open in multiple areas. It wasn’t actual wounds, nothing that would actually harm her, but it was still something. And it was exciting the male. Exciting him enough that he had to move. Grey Wind could no longer remain immobile under her, he needed to touch and feel more of her, all of her. Before the male moved words were tumbling out of Macaria’s mouth, distracting him from what he was currently doing. "You would not allow me to feel anything for you, Grey. You wanted to control everything and everyone in your environment, and whenever I got too close you pushed me away. You did not allow me to show emotions, for whether you did not want to address it or deal with it I do not know. But yes, sir, you denied me." A primal growl escaped him at her words, teasing and flirtatious words of his own coming from him. Making it more clear where this was going to go, as long as both parties continued to be willing participants.

The female made a move towards him once more, her tongue invading his own mouth, and that was when he knew he could not wait any longer. When the larger male pulled away from the smaller, though not delicate, female, she fell to the ground. A growl escaped her as she whipped around, looking to see where he went. A smirk appeared on his features at her gaze, knowing that she needed to feel him as much as he needed to feel her. Before the female could move he continued to feel her with his teeth, pulling and tearing at her flesh from their combined movements. There were no vocalizations of pain or discomfort, so the male continued his actions, nipping harder at sometimes, dragging his incisors deeper in some areas than others. The more that he felt her, the more he tasted her and the more that he wanted her. When the male pulled at her skin again and again, more and more moans escaped her throat. It was exhilarating to hear them, and it just urged him on more and more. Instead of moans, growls escaped him, showing his own enjoyment in their activities.

Grey Wind had never done this before, but his instincts were strong enough to lead him on. The female under him urged him on even more, her moans were more attractive to him than any other sound he had heard before. Though neither were experienced, both did what their instincts told them to do, and both enjoyed it. Groans escaped the male as his motions increased, leading them both to their final peak. The male breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath, feeling as if he had been running or fighting, but it had been something much more enjoyable than that. After finishing the deed, the male wondered why it had taken him so long to experience it, it was pleasure that he was not accustomed to feeling. It was pleasure that he wanted to feel again. The brute didn’t just walk away from the female though, he continued to taste her with his teeth and tongue.

The pair’s eyes met, and her orange orbs bored into his as she spoke. "I can say whatever it is I wish to say - whether it is true or not is another story. Yes you have pleasured me, Grey, but nothing has changed. You have not answered the question I asked of you. What am I to you, Grey? You call me 'your dearest', but do not know much about me, especially now. I do not think that we can be labelled as friends or enemies or strangers, but something different. And so I will ask you once more - what am I to you, Grey? What is this?" The male let out a growl once more, wondering why she had to ruin this movement with such questions. Why did it matter what they were? Did they need some label to define them? Could they not just enjoy what they were doing without some stupid meaning behind it? Was this what it was like to like someone, to have feelings? That you needed some labels and conversations like this? The male still could not tell himself what he wanted or what he felt, so how was he supposed to tell her? "I don’t know what you expect of me, Macaria. I am not the feelings type, I don’t know how this works. I have attractions towards you that I have never felt towards anyone else before. And I don’t know what that means or what I’m supposed to do with that information. After I lost my family I realized that it was safer to not have feelings, but you’ve changed that. What do you want this to be? I am not used to this, I don’t know what this is supposed to be. I know I don’t want it to stop.” The male realized he was rambling and sounded like an idiot and quickly shut up. Being honest and opening up like this was not something he was used to, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say or do.