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As she accepted him, it seemed he was accepting her as well; his claws released their painful grip, causing her to whimper with relief. The harshness of before somehow melted away; gone were the snarled obscenities and threats, the sadism, his desire to hurt her -- and with it went her fear of him, the terror that he would desire to take her captive or slaughter her once his lust was fulfilled. The dog was even moving at an easier tempo, his flanks rising and falling with her instead of against her, causing her to mewl as he thrilled her. This was new to her; kindness was not in Haku's repertoire, and her only lover had been a woman, an intimately different experience. Somehow her act of ultimate submission had triggered a response in her assailant that caught her completely by surprise, and it was pushing her past the point of no return.
His strong arms snaked around her waist as he rose to meet her, his broad chest heaving with their heavy breathing. She buried her face against his warmth, her fingers grasping feebly at his broad back as she sank into him. She craved the closeness of another, anything to stave off the desperate loneliness she harbored, and the bizarre and unexpected tenderness he was offering her was enough. She wrapped her trembling legs around him, clinging to his rocking body as his lips found her bare throat. His teeth were nipping at her, gently this time, not breaking her skin or drawing her blood as they had before; his guttural snarls had faded into softer whines, almost pleading with her rather than trying to dominate. Her voice rose to harmonize with him, crying out in the throes of their spontaneous passion.
He had hurt her terribly, but now perversely she needed him, clinging to him as he caressed her shivering body. There was a desperate quality to her clutching fingers, a longing in her rising cries. No one could love her. She was a bitter, broken soul, but this monster was drawn to that very quality that made her a victim. Now there was something more than brutality between them, it had evolved into a need for both of them. He tightened his hold on her, barking out suddenly as he was overcome by the moment, bucking wildly as he neared his climax. She drew a shuddering gasp, back arching to thrust her breasts into the air as she gave in to his need, her eyes shut tightly as she was driven into her own cresting pleasure. He was growing rough again, but she was beyond the point where she could feel it; her head tipped back and she emitted a keening howl, drowned out by his triumphant baying moments later. A surge of heat flooded into her, the release from their building tension, the reward for their carnal union.
Colibri slumped against the black dog's chest, panting from exhaustion. Her limbs were trembling from fatigue now, and the throbbing from her wound was filtering back through her hazy, disjointed thoughts. She was battered and weak, too feeble to try and unravel their knot and separate herself from him. Her blue eyes glanced at him warily through the veil of her eyelashes, suddenly unsure which way his unstable personality was leaning toward. Would he be the harsh assailant that had dragged her bodily away from the safety of her home, carving his mark into her flesh with his bare claws? Or had he unlocked something genuine in these last moments, softening into a forgiving and merciful being? Tear stains were still wet on her cheeks, reminding her that he was not safe either way, despite the unexpected direction he had taken her to. He could still snap and desire something more from her, tearing into her with his cruel teeth and claws.
There was a dampness trickling down her thighs as their swollen knot began to ebb away, and she cringed, humiliated by the weakness in her that allowed her to be dominated in such a way by a stranger. Even worse was the thought of her packmates being alerted to their howling, finding her here in such a compromising position. When he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the chest she lay upon, she ducked her face away from him. "...Good, just leave me here," she growled, ashamed to admit that she could not make her legs move. She wanted to slink back into her Vinátta home and disappear, but she did not have the strength to do anything more than lay atop the male responsible for her condition. She swallowed hard, glowering at the treeline that was still beyond her reach.