It was basic need that kept her eating. Her tongue lapped at the hearty sauce, her teeth biting into succulent meat. All the while, she tried to make sure he wouldn’t suffocate her in her dinner. The grip he had on her hair loosened, as did the tension within her delicate frame. Tight muscles rested when the force they had resisting disappeared. The girl devoured the food within the bowl, ignoring the proximity of his throbbing organ. She was so close to him and his bloodthirsty cock, she could smell his need over the scent of the food.<br/><br/>His hand brought her back to the moment, disengaging her from her half-sated hunger. Rough fingers down her spine left a trail across her pale skin and when his hand dipped between her cheeks she pulled back from the bowl. Yet, when those same rough fingers parted her soft, pink folds and played over the most sensitive of her, both hunger and hatred slipped from her consciousness.<br/><br/>The sensation became consuming as all her thoughts focused on the feeling of his fingers so kindly tending her sex. A lapse in judgement and a dip into carnal need both the wolf and the woman had already learned to enjoy. Her gaze had drifted downward, lids closing over glassy orbs.<br/><br/>A few more gentle strokes of his well used digits and a couple more lazy licks at the meal before her, and she came into a moment of horrid realization. She shifted her hips, attempting to move outside his reach of her dampening sex. Her skin flushed at the knowledge of how quickly her body was to betray her.<br/><br/>“No.” She murmured, making a move to sit back on her legs.