He has her. All it took was that one flick of her ear, a single flash of surprise that gleams in her eyes. His laugh. She had not expected it. It felt good to know that he had her on her toes. She was not the victor of their little sparring match. She jerked on the chain but it still held fast in his jaws.

She felt a small sense of victory. There was no missing the smug expression upon her lips. It was a suiting look, fitting perfectly into the fine lines and curved of her delicate facade. She did not expect his response. A defiant squeal peels past her lips, bringing with it a wolfish smile of his own in response. She swings her hip against his barrel, intent on forcing him off balance or even hoping to loosen his grip and gain her some freedom. Rougaru was ready. The wolf was waiting. Every step is precise and careful, chiseled muscle rippling as they worked in unison like a well-tuned machine, his gaze never falling from her all too inviting frame.

In mere seconds, he is set upon her. Large and powerful haunches bunching beneath him as he shifts his weight. He lifts his torso and brings his mass over her own, forelimbs stretching and scraping carelessly against her white splashed skin. He is far from gentle as he forces himself upon her without so much as a word of warning, only the feral growl lingers upon his lips as he savors the flavors of her flesh between his jaws. He thrusts himself into her, emitting from his maw groans of lustful pleasure as he had his way with her. Only when he releases his seed within her does the wolf king slide almost hesitantly from her frame, releasing his restraining hold on her withers.

A wicked grin spreads across his ashen lips now as emerald eyes glitter. "Real enough for you princess?" he murmurs, sides heaving with adrenaline and excitement. No he knew his seed would not take but that did nothing to curve the thrill of her flesh beneath him or the satisfaction of his release. She was tied to him whether she knew it now or not.