Monroe couldn't imagine being more angry. First his wife drugs and binds him... Then his friend come barging in and watched like this was some sort of cheap porno! He didn't know how long they'd actually stood there, but it felt like a decent eternity. He was embarrassed and enraged. How dare they stare at his mate? She was his. The animal part of him was glad they'd seen it. Seen she wanted only him and he could satisfy her. No further mates need apply. Look at her now, moaning on top of HIM, touching herself on top of HIM, her beautiful breasts spilling over the top of the bustier. One day, those same breasts would feed HIS young. He wanted her to have his children. That would definitely mark her as his. He started bucking his hips to meet hers. She gasped at his sudden enthusiasm. He bucked harder. She was going to come again, he could feel her walls tightening around him. She rubbed herself frantically and moaned. He was pleasing her. He kept her frantic pace and she shuddered against him. She collapsed onto his chest, panting, but with him still inside.
As she came down from the wave, the logical part of her was finally able to take over long enough to gasp out, "I need you to come for me. You have to."
As she panted on his chest he slowed down his hips; he was still thrusting, but now they were slow, measured. He was letting her recover. She could see his hands looked like they were losing circulation, so she took the key from her neck and bent forward to undo the handcuffs. As she did, one of her breasts liberated itself from the bustier near his mouth. He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. It was very distracting, trying to undo the handcuffs while he was doing that, but she managed, offering apologetic kisses to his purple wrists. He was going to have some bruising. Oops. She sat up, and her nipple slipped from his mouth. When she looked back down to see his face, she found she was no longer just having sex with her husband- now she was having sex with a Wesen, and a Blutbad at that. She was in for it now.
He had been able to keep from doing a Woge thus far, but when she had taken her nipple away from his mouth, he couldn't help it. In a swift movement he flipped her on her back and knelt on the bed, towering above her, cock straight and hard as a lead pipe. She suddenly looked frightened. He stopped. No, he didn't want to hurt her, he just wanted her to be his. He pulled himself together and shifted back to himself, breathing heavily. She relaxed a little. She still couldn't turn off the drive to mount him again, but she felt she at least owed him this. He bent down and kissed her. Slowly, sweetly, as he usually did when they were making love. He hadn't meant to Woge on her. However, she had deserved it, drugging him, binding him, wearing red, not offering explanation...
She felt his hands undoing the bustier. She let him remove it. And the garter belt. And the fishnets. Now she was as naked as he was. He flipped her over so her back was to his chest. He continued to kiss her neck as he stroked her breasts and played with her clit and lips, swirling his fingers lazily around and dipping inside. She knew what was coming. She knew what would finally satisfy both of them; sometimes the only way to go was primal.
She sat up and moved to position herself. She made a movement similar to a Downward Dog in yoga, approximating what in domestic dogs was called a play bow. But for foxes and wolves it was an invitation. She felt him move behind her, but was shocked when his tongue touched her clit once more. He then lightly bit her ass as he got into his position.
"Sorry," he said, "I needed another taste." He placed his hands on her waist, positioned himself at her entrance, and buried himself in her.
His logical mind once again was being so overrun by thoughts, but this time they started spilling out his mouth. Rosalee heard him muttering and turned to watch him. His eyes were closed, and he was pumping fairly hard, but he was definitely saying something. He started getting louder.
"Mine. Only mine. My mate. Oh God..." He leaned forward onto her back. He nipped her neck and wrapped his arms around her. He was still repeating himself, hugging her to him. One hand grabbed her breast, the other snaked down to her clit once more. She need him to come but he wanted her to come for him once more. She suddenly realized what would send him over the edge.
"Yes," she hissed, forcing herself back into him, "yours. All yours. No other can have me. Forever, all yours."
Just as she'd hope, his pace quickened at her reassurance. They kept talking to each other, confirming repeatedly that they owned the other. She felt herself tighten again. She also felt him getting close, too. She was never sure how she had done it, but she somehow flipped herself over on his cock so they came face to face arms wrapped around each other. He seemed as surprised as she was. They both felt the chemicals shoot through their bodies, warming them to the core. He kissed her as they panted, clinging to each other. She felt the warmth of his seed spreading insider her, causing her lust dissipate. Her biological imperative has been fulfilled and turned itself off. Like a light switch.
Now she could talk to him rationally.
