( Alchemy)<br/><br/>Her senses were sent all a flutter as he peppered kisses along her neck. Her head lulled back, allowing him complete and full access to her flesh. Though she had mentioned the more sensible things they needed to considered, his actions and growls were enough to push those thoughts out of her head. When he asked to mark her, her brain already felt as if it were in a dense fog of desire and need. Not<i>want</i>, need. Somehow this thing between them felt like an inevitable truth, something that she could not ignore. She had opened her mouth to tell him he could go ahead, that she wanted to feel the sensation of his teeth upon her skin, but then it seemed his own senses took hold of him.<br/><br/>She listened to his words, now much less confident and sure, as reality continued to dawn on them both. "I--I don't want to wait until morning. I am not sure why that vision felt so real, but it did. It's completely normal that you would wish to mark me, and I think from the moment you saved me from Kathar, I knew something would happen between us." Her voice was soft, but the fires that burned between them had not turned to cinder quite yet. Her words were intended to reassure him, to ease the anxious feelings he was so clearly harboring. Ylva lifted her hands to the sides of his face and cupped his jaw into her hands, so he would look at her.<br/><br/>"I do not care what the judgments of jealous wolves or old biddies might be in the morning. You are likely right to worry, if there are other males in the village that wish to find a mate, I'm not naive enough to believe I would not be of interest to them." She was no longer a child, and even if her pack was gone, she was the last of a powerful line of Alpha wolves. Kathar and his allies had used deception and trickery to wipe out the Evergreen pack. Ylva could not help but wonder if he had presented himself as a friend to her parents, offered peace or apologized for the things he had done, only to turn on them and let enemies into their homes. She could not be sure why, but she felt almost certain that was what had occurred. She had dreams of such things, and now with the vision she shared with Marrock, she felt as if perhaps her dreams were more than just her mind trying to make sense of a horrible truth. Perhaps they were showing her what occurred, so she would be prepared to deal with Kathar when the time came.<br/><br/>The velvet came back into her voice and her eyes, now nearly half-lidded, looked at Marrock in a way he had likely seen in the eyes of other women who wanted him. There was a difference, of course, because the desire they felt echoed back and forth between them. Marrok had experienced such a thing before, but Ylva had not, and it was electric and all-consuming. Something that could not be ignored.<br/><br/>"If you wish to mark me as your own, you have my consent to do so." A slight smile pulled at the corners of her lips, and she leaned in once again, pressing them to his. It was an affectionate gesture, laced with some of the more feral and strong instincts she felt for him. She stifled her own growl and when she leaned away from him, her breath escaped her in pants. There was one last thing she wanted to make clear, before they went down any possible path from this moment.<br/><br/>"If we are worried about warmth, I have no issue in sharing a bed between us. Even if all we do is sleep...but I...I cannot promise I would be able to keep my hands fully to myself, were that to be the arrangment we settled into. My wolf, she wants nothing more than you, and though that feels strange to the part of my mind that is decidedly more of a rational person, I cannot ignore that part of me either."