Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
The drag of her nails was a sharp sting, and he could feel each line that was likely to linger long after this was finished. Pain was an old, constant companion for the wolf, one he had almost come to welcome with the passage of time. And the clawed welts were so very different than the scars earned in conflict with other predators, both human and animal alike. Though his nails were not dull, he preferred bruises to scratches, though he was careless in his frenzy to claim her.
No one had ever called him pretty in any context, and he might have laughed had he not been so distracted. He didn't quite notice that she needed a moment to adjust, but her whine did register, and he took it as encouragement to keep moving once he was inside her, surrounded by slick heat that nearly drove him wild. The thrust of his hips into her were unmeasured and rough, all animalistic hunger and physical want that needed to be satisfied. He didn't speak, but he was far from quiet; growls and whines tore free from his throat, and he attempted to gnaw at her chain-collar with his teeth as though sheer will alone could remove it. When that failed, he took out his frustration on the skin around the chain, though the press of his teeth barely broke skin and the nips to the underside of her jaw were no more serious than the marks she left on his back.