Mina knew what she wanted, and she had wanted Alexus for a long time. As she rode against him, his hands began to slide along her body, her skin already so sensitive quivering beneath his explorations. As his hand slid along her neck she glanced back down at him, her pale eyes locking with his. Had he been any other man, such a vulnerable position, another person's hand at her throat, would have sent her into a violent frenzy. For some strange reason the wolf within her calmed at the gesture, recognizing it not as a threat, but as possession. MINE, it said, and the wolf accepted it.
His hand dipped to where their bodies met, rubbing against her even as he continued thrusting, their rhythm in perfect synchronization with one another. Dipping down she pressed her body to his, allowing them to roll over and put Alexus in the position of dominance, her lips meeting his in a passionate duel of tongues and lips.