"That may be so because...," he began to say with a slight shiver of pent up excitement, particularly as her Alpha She-Wolf grasped upon him, her heated palms felt like curled claws, snagging him back to the heavenly raging hearth that was her womanly passions, " You won't have to worry about keeping your hands to yourself...,"<br/><br/>The seduction. The allure. The hunger. The need. The masterful collision of two souls. Marrock at first clasped his lips again against Ylva's into a breath stealing kiss that reached into the glowing coals of Ylva's soul fire and re-started it, his attraction was that of the spark and she was the flint. Marrock pressed Ylva gently into the couch's cushion, raking a firm hand through the thick of her raven dark hair and lifted her chin, snaking his trailing lips along her left jaw bone before following the flared crest of her neck and suckling upon her jugular. A humming growl was made, the sound of a heated machine propelled by seasons of abstinence and lonely trails through the spring, winter, and fall,maintaining the face of perseverance while shouldering heavy responsibility. Ylva was the object of this desire and within their tender moment, worked her finger nails instinctively and returned the validity of her requited emotions.<br/><br/>Marrock then crushed her against the couch in a hard lean as a mating growl ensued, his hand coursing through her hair as it became vastly disheveled, handling her body so as to become smothered into his masculine prowess as she would feel the tethers to her dress nearly loosened in a desperate haste.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>He had been caught in a rushing sea of turbulent mirth and Ylva was the ocean that his very being sailed upon. Marrock's loft was thankfully well separated from his main house by a small spiral staircase case that led into a modest circular turret where his bedroom was located. The room felt like the fresh forrest from the chosen building material of pine...the same scent strangely Ylva kept smelling when they had connected with each other that faithful early morning. The account of how they became enraptured with each other from where that had started to his bed chamber was lost for instead, Marrock was well in throes of completely embellishing his chosen mate from the flood gates her attraction broke free.<br/><br/>Marrock consumed Ylva'a figure, from tracing the contours of her bare feet, and started upwards, accepting what she so willingly offered as the exceptional muscle tones to her calves and thighs were brushed upon by his eager lips, ensuring she felt every part of her thoroughly explored. Marrock was in a throbbing Alpha Wolf frenzy and his entire mind and soul was freely interlocked as Ylva's precious womanly Rose had been enveloped with his breath, taking in her humid scent and its pheromone perfumed luxury. Marrock would delve into his lady to set himself wild with a collusion between taste and racking nails that would roughly dig upon him in a true she-wolf's demand. It led to him finally collapsing into her feminine's wilds, from the shapely slopes of her abdomen to her percolated breasts where each would have been given their fullest affectionate drowning. Marrock's throws would turn from a gentle easing with their first union and evolve into an erotic lupine violence, as Ylva would receive his heavy muscular thrusting and escaped howls, professing a male dominance for her very soul as he would equally been entrapped within her unbridled She-wolve's aggression. Marrock shifted positions, coiled, tussled, turning over control back and fourth with the snarls, growls, and mixed choruses fermenting from coupled passion.<br/><br/>The beautiful nocturnal dance would finally end within a sweaty collapse for he would have the face of the desperate male in his eyes, a moment of both vulnerability and virility, flooding his lover's demand from his own dilated eyes and pouring into her lovely amber pupils.<br/><br/>In a final act, Marrock would choose her left upper shoulder as his mating fangs would appear, a special set of teeth that had an individual's wolves' ' print' that could only be his to identify. They weren't made to tear or slice but to puncture and these appeared when a male or female wolf reached his or her adulthood phase.<br/><br/>Marrock would gently massage the ends of his mating fangs against Ylva's skin before in a pure act of shared ecstasy, plunge into her shoulder as he gyrated and shivered, soaking his essence deep within her lovely welcoming grasp.<br/><br/>" Ylva..," would be the only thing he'd howl and repeat, as each time the accent flowing from his lips got far more sharper and pronounced with his dying after thrusts.<br/><br/>The two would collapse in blissful harmony amongst the light blood trails from each other's mark and twisted bedding.<br/><br/>The night was surreal as it was surrendering.