Though he was right that wolves loved to revel in their instincts, the primal feelings of both the kill and sex.  But she could not just operate with her instincts now.  This was something more than just the draw of a strong smelling wolf.  She tried to remain calm as they made their way back to his home, but even with her abilities, it was hard to keep the damper on her attraction to him.  Relief poured over her when they were finally alone, because she had spent weeks being the spectacle for Antony and his cronies.  She knew these were better people, she could sense that, but she did not want to start whatever relationship she would have with this pack by screwing Valko on the side of the river.<br/><br/>His home was about what she expected, earthen and warm, just as he was.  She took a moment to take it in, half listening and he spoke about the house and her station here.  In her mind, she was trying to continue to resist the torrent of feelings that kept crashing down on her.  He was still nude and she was doing her best to keep her eyes averted of that fact.<br/><br/>"What you said back there, about making love in the moonlight...Were I to act on these feelings, I would either seem opportunistic or over-eager...Or willing to play the part that Antony assigned me when he handed me over to you like a prize he had won..."   She had known her fate before she arrived her, Antony had not told her where she was going, but he had made it abundantly that he intended to pawn her off on a wolf that would likely not care for her consent.  It was all more fear mongering from a weak leader, and now she knew that Valko could not be further from what Antony had tried to describe.<br/><br/>"My mother...She talked about the instincts wolves have when meeting a compatible mate, but she also talked about how sometimes between alphas it was more intense..."  It likely sounded strange to him, if his parents had not taught him the same things she had learned.  This was not just a mere attraction, this was something primal within them, pulling at them and wanting them to be together.<br/><br/>"You can build me a home here if you wish to, but this isn't normal, what we are feeling..."  Ylva tried to explain.  She moved slowly toward him, figuring it might be better to communicate with actions instead of words, since it seemed easier.  She came to stand in front of him and leaned up, her hands lifting to cup against his cheeks.  Her lips were just mere inches from his when she next spoke, continuing the thought she had started.<br/><br/>"This is...This is something more."<br/><br/>Her lips, just as ravenous as that hungry look in his eyes, devoured his as her body moved to stand flush against him, only the thin linen of her shift remained between them.  Her thoughts now were far from Antony or what Valko's pack might think in the morning.  Antony had made a grave mistake in sending her here, though perhaps it was not his choice so much as it might have been fate.  If this was truly a mating bond pulling at them, his pack would understand.<br/><br/>Her mouth continued it's plush exploration of his lips until she needed a moment to come up for air, to regain her senses.  Ylva pulled back slowly, her hands slipping from his cheeks, along his neck, until they settled softly upon his chest.<br/><br/>"I can...sleep in one of the other rooms, if this all too much?"  Her voice was not timid or scared.  Though she had paused slightly, she knew what she was offering.  She was not trying to hold back anymore or calm him.  Fate was not a force she could fight, not when she wanted this as badly as he did.