His laughter and that dark smirk on his face was enough to elicit her hatred. But the solid form sliding between her thighs and the tight, bruising grip of his fists around her ankles were far too distracting. His gaze mocked her need and his cock sought it’s own pleasure while denying her even a sliver of attention. It was the shift of her hips that awarded her. Obedience, while demeaning and demoralizing, would at least get her this.<br/><br/>Doing as he ordered seemed to please him and he released her ankles, letting her thighs open for him. She pushed aside any argument about how wrong this was. She had forgotten what he had done, how he had humiliated her while her father’s blood dried on his features. She’d wallow in the grief and self-hatred once her body was tended to.<br/><br/>The unhuman sound of her bark was cut by a very womanly cry when he forced himself into her. Her slick and greedy walls protested the violent invasion. Sharp pain radiates throughout her hips as he sheathed himself to hilt inside her tight heat. While she was no virgin and he didn’t get the pride of blooding the wolfgirl, her body was still new and unused. His thickness stretched her body far beyond its limits, testing its ability to adjust.<br/><br/>She’d lost all drive to get away. Instead, she opened herself up to him, crying out with each painful thrust that racked her body laced with an immeasurable pleasure. Her body took him greedily, and soon she was writhing under him as he impaled her on his throbbing length.<br/><br/>Now, the wolfgirl was conquered. The wolf inside knew with every fiber of its being. She was his. The woman would fight and deny it, but the wolf knew. He took her in the way an alpha claimed his mate - relentlessly. And in response, it was the wolf that responded. She spread her legs and met his violent thrusts with the greediness of a well-used whore.