He should have stopped her, should have stepped away and left her there on the porch of the cabin.  Should have had never been one of his strong points, and with his blood lust still high from the fight and his own anger he ignored the small voice of warning that told him she had no idea what she was doing.  He wasn't simply going to fuck her, that wasn't even possible with an Alpha wolf.  He was going to own her, claim her in a way that a human upbringing couldn't even begin to understand.  He'd lost the ability to have a casual fling when he took over the pack, and he should have told her that.<br/><br/>Should have.<br/><br/>With a growl he lifted her in one motion, shoving her back against the cabin as he reached between them and tore at her clothing. He shredded them, leaving them little more than rags that hung from her body as he kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.  He was beyond being gentle, beyond talking.  Beyond thought.  He wanted to bury himself inside of her and taste the arousal he could smell coming from her.<br/><br/>With a grunt of barely contained frustration he twisted, carrying her through the open door, though he didn't bother to close it behind him.  The small dining table was swept clean with one claw, gouges left in the wood as he kicked the chairs out of the way and set her on the edge, ripping the last shreds of her clothes from her body.<br/>