Her body tensed when he shifted, leading her on his cock to end up sitting in his lap as if they were intimate lovers. Disgusted with herself but far too in to back out now, her hips found rhythm again as her thighs took over the work of impaling herself on his massive girth. Every inch stretched her aching sex until she could grind her clit at his base, uncaring of anything but finding her end.<br/><br/>She was unaware of how he was using her, conditioning her to be the perfect little pet he could flaunt at his whim. Both wolf and woman drowned in the physical pleasure his violent fuck evoked and now that she was on top, it was as if control had been handed back. His worn hands had guided but he now left the work to her and she spent herself on his cock.<br/><br/>Red hair bounced around her shoulders, toppling over a shoulder to tickle her breasts as her eyes slid shut in unadulterated pleasure. The change in position left the wolf confused and writhing within its human form. But it too enjoyed the ability to seek its own pleasure. When the man stroked her cheek roughly, the wolf wanted to bite back.<br/><br/>It hit her then, he hadn’t given her back anything, still in the act of taking. His hand gripped her jaw, forcing to her look at him as she rode out the relentless force that was all of him. Green eyes, glazed over in need, found the gold flicker in his. She saw the determination and the mockery edging his features. It was the face of a war lord cock deep in his newest conquest.<br/><br/>Pleasure was replaced with anger all over again. Her mews of ecstasy spread into a wolf-like in the pit of her chest. And he held her there, gripped by the jaw and impaled on his sword like a soon to be gutted animal.<br/><br/>“No.” She reached out to push herself off, intent on stopping this insanity. The disgust returned full force, as did that absolute hatred she harbored for him. And yet, she never stopped grinding down on him. The woman needed her end, the wolf needed an alpha and confusion dictated her actions.