Between the hand on him and the bite to the back of his neck, there was a lot of conflicting reactions. For the most part, he almost immediately went completely still, somewhere between frozen and limp (save for where it counted). Amadeus had complete control over him. And if he ever told anyone about it, Ariel would slit his fucking throat.
He could feel his fingers twisting, not in resistance at being held but resisting the urge to change. There were brief moments of fur as the wolf also struggled with what it felt - the need to fight and be dominant but the absolute fucking pleasure overwhelming it. The whining was beginning to grow much more consistent - and insistent.