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[wolfmarked]

It's more than she expects.

He isn't normally so direct, but Christ it's good. Feeling the thin material of her underwear give way... The idea that he might just do that to everything she's wearing sends a spike of shuddering heat through her. Which only aids him in pressing into her.

Her legs tighten around his hips instantly, and her nails dig into his back as she gives a satisfied hiss in his ear.

Positioned as she is, she can't do anything. Can't really move her own hips, can't try and ride him. She is, for now, entirely at the mercy of his pace. And, damn, it feels good.

[youronlylaw]

James cant help the approving rumble that sits in his chest at those familiar ten points of pressure in his back and the sensation encourages his hips to jerk up against her just once, indulging in the fact that he can fuck her easily like this on his own terms.

"You like that?"

It's a cliched question but it's partially genuine. James liked hearing praise, it wasn't something he tried to hide.

He rolls his hips against her, grinding against her hips with how deep he pushed inside her and groans slightly with the almost overwhelming sensation of tight, wet, heat. His breath puffs hotly against her throat where he begins to suck a mark as he slowly fucks into her. James is barely restraining himself, but he wants her howling for it tonight.

[wolfmarked]

"God, yes."

Skip -- spoiled, selfish Skip -- gives praise willingly when it's deserved. She won't lie either out of kindness or spite, not about sex. Not about a lot, actually. But especially not about sex.

The slow pace is maddening, but it's just what he promised. If he wants control tonight... Well. He's going to have to make it happen, but he's sure as Hell doing that now.

She knows exactly what she's doing as she tilts her head back, exposing more of her vulnerable throat to the wolf inside the man fucking her. He wants to claim her, and she's willing to let him mark her. Because right now, with his cock thick and hot, working its way in and out, she is only his. But only for as long as he's doing just this.

[youronlylaw]

He takes the offer of her throat like a shark to bait and bites down with very human teeth - though the canines might have been sharper than usual - high on the thin column of her neck. The idea of Skip needing to cover it up with makeup or even just proudly wearing the mark made his dick twitch, even buried inside her as he was.

"I fucking love you like this. Hanging on the wall like a piece of art." He wasn't babbling - not quite - but his words were slightly meant to distract her as one of his hands reached between them to forcefully drag his thumb against her clit before rubbing slow circles against her there in tempo with every leisurely push inside her.

[wolfmarked]

"James."

It's almost a cry, especially at the feel of his thumb. She's powerless, held against the wall and toyed with. Every movement drives her a little more wild, and her hands claw at his back.

"Harder," she mutters, her voice nearly a whine.

A laugh comes from her as an idea flashes through her mind. It's exactly what he wants -- to claim her. Not that she'll let him... except maybe for just tonight. But the idea of it makes her even wetter.

"Put me down," she says in his ear, almost gasping. "Don't you want me down on my hands and knees?" Normally, she doesn't use animalistic terms. But he's in that kind of mood. And, well, she likes the idea of it. "A proper bitch for a wolf to fuck?"