She might as well have been tugging upon a mountain instead of his hair for all that he moved.  His teeth marked her, claiming her as surely as his thrusts.  If he'd been of sound mind in that moment he would have realized that she likely had no idea what she was doing.  An Alpha didn't mate lightly, he didn't have flings or one night stands.  This would come back to bite both of them in the ass eventually, but in that moment he didn't care.  His only thought was for their combined pleasure and the way their wolves rose to the surface, adding a feral heat to their mating.<br/><br/>He did obey her command, however.  He thrust harder, letting go of the reins that had kept his desire at least slightly harnessed.  The wood cracked more beneath his claws, splinters digging into his palms, though he refused to move his hands.  To move his hands would risk the splinters finding her delicate flesh, and he was the only thing that was allowed to taste her blood this night.<br/><br/>His thrusts grew erratic as he lost his rhythm slightly, pleasure overwhelming him as he felt the edge draw near.  Between one thrust and the next he lost the last of his control, his teeth piercing her skin, the metallic taste of her blood filling his mouth as he came, burying his cock to the hilt inside of the heat of her body.<br/>