It was still a thrill, a rush, when she begged him to fuck her. Maybe some day it wouldn't be, but right now, it added to her appeal, seeing an Argent, someone who hated him, wanting him--needing him.
He lined up behind her and grasped her hips firmly as he slid into her wet cunt. "Good bitch," he breathed, approvingly, reclaiming the word from Eterna for his own. "A proper bitch now," he added as he fell into a slow, steady rhythm. "Taking a wolf's cock on all fours."