There was not a thing she could deny him. Her body was ready for all of it. Wet and feverish where she'd been so close to her momentary, searing salvation, and then her guts had been soft, unprepared for his punishment. She wasn't a snarling wolfgirl after that.<br/><br/>It was endearing, the way petting her brought the tension out of her body again. How desperately she wanted that release. She was new to all this, and her sex hadn't become jaded yet, like the women who were made to service. He thought she deserved it, and gave her his fingers finally, letting her hold on to his arm if she wanted, but he was just keeping her in place now, for his handling, not keeping her from breathing.<br/><br/>He looked at her through her father's blood when the flames were warmer than before, making coal out of the logs, making shadows out of strong details around his eyes. "Go ahead, Varga. You've had a rough enough day, and you'll probably misbehave tomorrow, too." he said and the fingers hurried worse inside her, feeding her the thing her hips were gyrating for. It was time to put his new puppy to bed. "Have your night snack." he gave as he let go of her throat and ran those fingers through her hair, instead.