Once again, he released her hair as his fingers massaged and stroked away any sense of being she possibly had. At first, she didn’t dare move, but whatever control she thought she had was being coaxed away by his hand so deftly working her.<br/><br/>It was an unconscious shift when her head rolled to the side, chin lifting as her hips shifted to grind into his hand once. Bright green pleaded with him to stop, but her body said otherwise. Pink lips parted as a heavy breath escaped her lungs. Before she avert her gaze, he had a hold of her face, his strong tongue licking the sauce from her face. She tried to pull away, but both grips on her tightened. One gave slight pain as his fingers dig into her flesh and the other causes immense pleasure as he hooked his fingers inside her with diligent purpose.<br/><br/>The woman was consumed by it, overtaken by pleasure she loved. Nevermind it was at the hand of a man who had destroyed her home and everything she knew. His his fingers stroking her harder now, there was only one thing her body wanted, while the mind reprimanded her for her lack of control and fight. It was the wolf that coiled under the surface that had her arching her back slightly, so close to crawling into his lap. The wolf was quicker to submit, knowing that he had the qualities of an alpha. Instinct kicked in at that realization and the mind was left to argue in the background at the lack of defiance between the pair.<br/><br/>But she didn’t want to be defiant right now. She wanted his fingers to keep stroking her, wondered about the other organ available to him and allowed him to work her body into submission. Each stroke of his fingers pushed her further into oblivion, further away from reality and the details that had her set against him.<br/><br/>His lips whispered into her ear, sending goosebumps across sweaty flesh. What he demanded felt wrong. The woman was just that, a woman. It wanted what women wanted and liked what women liked. The wolf was separate in these moments, a force that lurked under the surface. The woman needed him to finish her, while the wolf merely submitted to the violation of her new alpha.<br/><br/>Her lips fell open further as his fingers dig their way into her. He was done with his exploration, now intent on using what he had learned against her. But, it wasn’t a bark that left her chest. It was a moan so thoroughly soaked in need she was certain it hadn’t been her own voice.