He was nothing if not her loyal servant, eager to satisfy every craving and desire voiced from sweet coral lips. The alpha growled in frenzied ecstasy as his knot began to grow and ache, desperate to fill her. Slipping a hand down between them, Valko slid his fingers down his shaft, marveling at her wetness and the addictive warmth radiating from between her legs. Though wild with passion, even then Valko had the cognizance to ease his quickly swelling bulb instead of forcing, to treat her body with the respect the new alpha of Kriki deserved.<br/><br/>"Ylva," he husked once again, wishing he could verbalize all the carnal, wild, ardent emotions flooding his body and mind like a river bursting through a dam. As he curled over her, he took a moment to stare into her stunning blue eyes, to memorize the look on her face as his knot breached her, to remember the way the reflection of the sun in her pupils glinted like polished diamonds. If only his mouth could work, he would whisper poetry into her ear describing the depths to which he felt for her. Humans called it love, though for werewolves this concept was shallow, at best. Mating was beyond love. It was primal, instinctual, predestined. The realization was dawning on him as he pressed his hips into her, pushing as deeply as he could, grinding his knot inside of her and growling into her ear.<br/><br/>It was right. This was right. She was ready for him.<br/><br/>Valko opened his mouth wide, canine teeth sharp and unnaturally long. As his orgasm pulsed through him, exploding in violent, pleasurable fireworks at his pelvis and spreading throughout his tingling body, Valko sunk his teeth into the soft curve of flesh connecting Ylva's neck and shoulder. He moaned against her, tasting her blood like sweet wine on his tongue as he tore into her skin. One hand still nestled in her long hair, Valko held her tightly as he came. It wasn't unusual for female wolves to become impregnated at the bonding, and Valko's wolf seemed to know this, growling for Valko to keep his lover close, to not let a single drop of seed escape her lovely form.<br/><br/>Shivering, Valko's hold on Ylva loosened as he pulled his teeth from her. He was panting, dripping with sweat, blood still wet on his lips. "Do it," he commanded, tilting his head and exposing his throat to her. A sign of submission to his alpha.