Mina had never been fed on before and didn't know quite what to expect. The dull pain mixed with the pleasure of his fingers created a strange environment of sensations, not entirely unwelcome. Mina often associated violence and pain with pleasure, a dichotomy that fed off the other.
She moved beneath his fingers, her body automatically responding to his fingers teasing her, baring her neck as his lips danced along her flesh. When he sank into her with teeth and fingers simultaneously she cried out and her pale eyes flew open. For a moment he looked different to her, younger, primal, reckless. She felt a flash of panic at the sensation, at the image, as if seeing something she shouldn't.
Mina pulled away from him, her own eyes dark with desire, ripping her flesh from his eager lips and bared her teeth, challenging him in instinct, as any alpha wolf would. Sitting up, she grabbed his shirt in her hands and ripped, darting forward to nip at his neck, sliding into his lap until she was straddling his hips.