The storm had been giving Craig a new found energy, a want and a desire of his own. Part playful, part serious, the storm's furry was the source of energy that was moving through him as Peg spoke. her look, her words, the intensity of her being was just as strong and the elements themselves. He did not even nod, did not even acknowledge her plea as he closed his eyes and let the rain cover him.<br/><br/>When he opened them , there was something different, something about him changed as he broke one of the rules of his kind. For a moment it was not the rain that surrounded the two on the roof of the building, but instead the sound of waves rolling to the beach, the heavy presence of open water, a larger wave seems to crash around them and the smell of salt water filled the air. He turned to Peg without a word, moving his body in front of hers. Chest to chest he pushed her backwards, walking her to the door of the stairwell, he did not talk, he did not touch her save with his torso until her back hit the wooden door.<br/><br/>He pressed into her, pinning her against, it, his chest flattening her breasts, causing her nipples to push into his flesh. He grew heavy, pressing his arousal between them, trapping it atop her leg and then opening folds of her sex. Both hands came up, one to her hair, the other to her chin, taking possession of her head. He tilted her head back and his mouth lower, he licked the full length of her throat, hollow to chin, tasting her biting the skin right under her jaw line. He did not bite her neck yet, as temping of a target as that was. She had not offered it to him here, not yet, and he was not ready, there was till more to feel.<br/><br/>The hand on her chin left its place, the other hand wrapped in her hair continued to hold her head back and leave her throat exposed. With a growl of his own he began to bite at her shoulders even as he lowered his hand. Fingers found her, opened her, and entered without teasing, Two pushing inside to lift her to her toes, to keep her pinned to the door. He would give himself to her yet, he wanted her truly ready to be taken, to be panting and wanting his full attention.<br/><br/>The fingers pushed inside, withdrew, pushed again and settled into a motion as he grew fully erect. He could feel the ache, his skin stretched past the normal arousal as he touched Peg. Something about her called to his own beast, he own animal. Maybe he was not a wolf, but there was something inside him that answered every noise she made with his own. When he finally spoke it was not a whisper.<br/><em><br/>On Your knees Peg</em>