Every moment felt like the most precious overload of her senses in the most pleasurable way possible.  Ylva had heard other wolves say it felt as if they were made for their mate, but she did not understand the concept fully until now.  He felt perfect inside of her, as if her life was leading up this moment, where she could finally drown in the warmth and intensity of his embrace.  His touch felt like a pleasant fire against her breast, warm, inviting and a force of nature all its own.  It caused her to question why she had tried to delay something that was so clearly inevitable.  Antony could not have known the role he would play as the hand of fate.  He had expected for her to be taken, forced against her will or discarded.  Instead, he had put her right in the hands of someone who she would protect with the last blood in her veins.  Someone who would do the same for her.<br/><br/>As her legs fell to his sides, she realized this was going to be so much shorter and sweeter than she had expected.  Her back arched as his mouth captured one of her nipples, hands sliding to the back of his neck, as if to hold him there for a moment.  Between her legs, he continued to push her toward a solid crescendo.  Her body bent, as if in offering to him, arching in a way that showed she clearly felt safe with him.  Exposed necks were a clear signal for wolves.  Often one of submission, but not necessarily in this particular case.  Ylva knew the moment he marked her that she would also be allowed to mark him.  No other wolf would question who they belonged to, it would be known for all.<br/><br/>"Do it...I'm close.  Do it...."  She moaned, teetering on the edge of it.  The moment they crossed this line, there would be no returning to the world before.  She looked up at him, eyes glowing blue despite the light of the day.  Her mouth opened and her formerly human canines had sharpened to distinct points.  The marking could be painful, but if done correctly, any pain would be drowned out by the pure bliss caused by orgasm.  Her hips arched up to meet his, their pounding rhythm becoming one more and more as each thrust passed.<br/><br/>Ylva did not wait for a sure sign that he was ready as well.  Somehow she knew if she was, he must be.  She craned her neck upward and licked the stretch of skin where his shoulder met his neck and chest.   This was where she would make him her mate.  It would be easily visible, peeking out under the color of a shirt, even if it was not readily apparent.  She kissed the spot then, waiting for him to drive her right over the edge, into blissful oblivion.