Vivian's eyes were almost closed, embarrassed, but resigned in her throat bare. His growl left her whimpering softly, just out of any one but their hearing. She wasn't being weak, she ached. If she wasn't wounded and pinned to the floor, his growl would have brought a very different response. As it was, there was nothing she could do.<br/><br/>His attention to her wounds had her hiss at him, and struggle before his fangs bite down on her shoulder, so close to claiming her. Her body again fought to struggle under him, his tongue and teeth, but even with the wounds healing fast from both her power and his saliva, she wasn't able to do more than voice her ire. "Don't you dare," she whispered with angry eyes. She couldn't stop his hands, even if she wanted to. She had already given submission, but not permission for him to claim her here in the open.