Her instinct should have been to crawl away. She hit the floor hard, fire lit hair spilling across the surface as she struggled to catch her breath under the sudden violent shift. The tall man licked the fingers that had been buried inside her and all at once reality flooded back. She should have tried to escape. Instead, she was frozen in place as he released the throbbing organ from his pants. She could practically smell the need rolling off his large frame.<br/><br/>When he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up off the floor, only then did she make an attempt to get away. The rapture he had brought into existence between her hips had melted away. She dug her fingers into the rough carpet, as if she could simply slip out from his grasp and run off into the night.<br/><br/>It was the action of him forcing his cock between her thighs that stilled her. For as much as she wanted to free herself of his grip, or spill his blood where he was, it wasn’t her mind that held most of her control. The heat inside her demanded attention and the sight of his hardness throbbing for her wasn’t something that needed to be wasted. His sack slapped against her swollen, wet sex, giving her just enough contact to feel denied and neglected.<br/><br/>While the body and the mind once more fought over what to do, the wolf alone understood that this was self-preservation. If she fought, he’d fight harder. If she denied him, he’d beat her again. If she ran, he’d hunt her down like the animal she was. The woman wanted him buried inside her - the wolf merely wanted to survive the ordeal.<br/><br/>He order led her to bark again, using the name she didn’t own yet. Green eyes slid shut, tears pricking the slits as she struggled with the internal battle. Young and inexperienced, need would win every time. She couldn’t deny herself after he’d worked her into a frenzy and while she remembered everything he had done to get her here, there was only one thing she wanted in this moment.<br/><br/>He had won. Eithne bucked her hips into him, hoping he’d either allow his rod to slide across her soaked folds, or bury it inside her where such things belonged.<br/><br/>And so she barked like the wolf she was, defeated.