Wulfric's Room

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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Wulfric saw her hesitation, he could read her more clearly now than he could before and saw the desire in her eyes, she said one thing but the way she acted said she wanted more. For one Wulfric was conflicted between his long desire to remain alone and a new-found desire to want her. His head said to let her go but the wolf side of him told him not to let her go. Eventually, he spoke up the wolf winning out on the argument “don’t!” he stepped forward again to close the distance his hands reaching up to her shoulders as he leaned in and kissed her again.

As he kissed her he shifted her slightly allowing him to wrap his arms around her, eventually, he found himself pinning her up against the wall in the hallway, for whatever thought he had at that moment was simply lost as he kissed her. When he finally released the kiss he had simply lost himself to her, her scent, her taste, her beauty, her touch was the only things that mattered, the wolf was fully and completely fixed on her, he couldn’t explain why his wolf side of him had suddenly become so attached to her, he’d never been with anyone nor had he had the desire to be with anyone, and neither did his Wolf blood ever pull him towards someone like it was now with blade, but at this point he had all but given up on fighting his wolf side and simply let whatever happen to simply happen.

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[Red Gypsy]

Wolfe Garm

Blade froze at that one barked word then found herself being kissed again in a way that pulled a shocked gasp from her followed by a pleading moan when he pinned her to the wall by the door. By the time he pinned her to the wall, she was returning the kiss while pushing against his hold on her. But she wasn't trying to get loose, she was simply struggling to get loose because he had her pinned.

It was a bit of a backwards argument, but it was what it was. Whenever she was pinned down or tied up, she had to struggle a bit against the bindings just because they were there.

But she found her desire going up several notches when she realized that she couldn't break his hold, that he really was strong enough to put her somewhere and keep her there. That tamed her cat almost instantly.

His growl kept her wolf down for the moment, though he'd have to really put her in her place later if he could.

So the only problem she had now was her demon. She wrapped one leg up and around his hip then used sheer muscle control to wrap the other one around him as well. She was giving as good as she got into the kiss and certainly getting very worked up, if her scent was anything to go by. When he finally let her up for air, all she could do was gasp for air with her head back against the wall and her eyes closed. But that let him see some of what she'd been holding back:

Skin starting to carry a gold tint to it, curves more enhanced, hands carrying black tips that were sharper than any claws, lips carrying a darker hue that was a bit more tempting after that kiss. But when she opened her eyes, it revealed that her brown eyes were carrying a slightly red tint to them that would likely go more crimson if she was pushed any further over.

All of the signs pointed to her demon-side being a throwback to when the demons were first evolving, back when they were simply primal elemental beings that really cared about the basics: Food, shelter, and sex. That was it.

But it showed Wolfe that she had good reason to fear that part of her if it had never been tamed. She could easily kill someone in that form, but be more like a drunk on a Friday night after payday...

All she did right now was try to get regular breathing back. And try not to lean forward for another of those drugging kisses of his. She had no idea that she'd done a partial shift and he was seeing what she could become.

Then she felt his breath on her skin where her shoulder met her neck and she shivered for him, her breath hitching as she felt him pressing into her and pinning her even better. She had no idea where they were going with this but she had no will to resist him right now. Maybe they'd regret it later and not repeat it, but she had to admit that she wanted what he was offering.

So she tilted her head for him, giving him more access to her neck. It wasn't full submission to him, but it was enough to tell his wolf that there was a chance to tame her... Or, at least take her and roll in her scent for a few hours...  

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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Blades partial change turned up the heat for Wulfric greatly, if her scent was intoxicating before her scent only grew more intensive and held onto him, he had fallen down a rabbit hole so deep that he was likely to have a rough time getting out again and reigning in the Wolf within at the same time. Her features had changed but that wasn’t a concern for him, or at least the wolf, who’d long since taken control, his features had changed slightly as well, his eyes going from a bluish tint to a deep golden yellow, his features were noticeably more wolf like than human which only showed just how far he had fallen down the hole.
Wulfric changed fully within moments which only added to to what was going on between them, Wulfric saw the opening she gave him and took it without hesitation his mouth rushing forward latching on to her throat holding her there as he held onto her with his massive hands, his ears tucked away as he growled slightly before he released her when the scent of blood reached his nose which was as intoxicating as her scent which only caused him to fall even farther down the rabbit hole, he instinctively went for her shoulder not really thinking about it as her demon form latched onto him his back while tough being torn into as he bit down into her shoulder. As he held onto her he eventually shifting slightly so that he had even greater control over her and held on as she started cutting into his back, her legs firmly locked around his waist which only grew tighter the more he held onto her, both locked in place but Wulfric fully in control of the situation, or as much control as his Wolf would allow, which was very little. Eventually the wolf let go of her shoulder his face covered fully in her blood which was overpowering and held her as he walked away from the door, at this point he had her firmly in his grasp his massive hands and arms wrapped around her as she was locked around him, for whatever reason he had there was only one thing going through his mind, he wanted her, so he took her to the bedroom.

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[Red Gypsy]

Wolfe Garm

By the time he finished with her, he'd managed to force her demon back in her proverbial box well-pleasured and happy. He'd also managed to tame both her animals. Part way through, his wolf receded and allowed the man to take control again. But that didn't stop things from going on.

She didn't know why, but they didn't stop until he'd managed to make her pass out from pleasure alone. Of course, she had a couple of bite marks and some impressive claw marks. And he had a couple of bite marks and some impressive claw marks as well. So they were both marked up enough that they'd probably get funny looks for a few days. And showering was going to be a very stinging experience.

But she was finally laying on the bed on her belly with him on the bed next to her on his back. Somewhere in all of the shenanigans, her hair had come undone and now covered half of the bed in a dark brown wave with the light giving it red and honey-toned highlights.

Her breathing was slowly calming back down as she started coming back to consciousness. She finally opened her brown eyes and saw a wall she didn't recognize and raised her head to look behind her, giving a slight hiss when the bites at her neck and shoulder pulled. He'd really gotten into the biting thing... Not that she was going to complain. Far from it. She hadn't felt this good since...

She frowned when she couldn't remember feeling this good. That meant that he'd even tamed her demon, which had never happened before.

She raised that frown to him but found his eyes closed and considered what she should do now. She'd never done this before, going to bed with a male right after meeting them, so she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

Was she supposed to simply leave before he woke up? Was she supposed to wait for him to wake up and say goodbye/good-day? Was she supposed to just stay here?

Of course, looking past him, she saw something that pretty much answered all of those questions. She wouldn't be leaving without something to wear. A towel, at the very least. He'd effectively shredded her shorts and tanktop. At least her daggers with their sheaths were still intact, even if they were all the way across the room.

She tried to shift a little bit and found that her back pulled a little worse than her neck did. When she tried to think about why, she realized that he'd been more active with the claws than the teeth. So she wasn't going to be wanting to sit down for a day or two. She stopped trying to move and simply laid back down, thinking that she'd move later. When she had help. And access to a shower. She was a little sticky in a few places...  

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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For a time, Wulfric simply laid there, he was well run in blades demon had cut him up really good, and while his wounds were healing it would take some time to completely heal. When he finally shifted he woke up to a couple of claw marks pulling at his upper back caused him to cringe slightly when he moved. He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling above him, realizing he was in bed and without any clothes, it donned on him that he’d turned while still clothed and started looking around immediately seeing blade there and coming back to what had happened some time ago, how long had they been at it he couldn’t quite recall, his wolf had been rather adamant about their encounter. Carefully sitting up on his elbows he noted that Blade was just as marked up as he was and came to realize that they’d had a wild time together, the scent of blood mixed in with her scent was still very overpowering which gave him the intoxicated look as he tried to get his bearings and figure out where anything was. As he looked around the bedroom he found that most of his gear had been scattered about how that happened he had no idea but his gear wasn’t the only thing scattered about as he noted that there were a few items that weren’t his and concluded that they must have been blades.

Wulfric didn’t say anything at first he wasn’t really sure what to say, he hadn’t been with anyone since he was human with his wife, which felt different, he had felt good there was no doubt about that but to say he was feeling a little lost was an understatement, Just what exactly was he supposed to do at this point, was he to help her out, offer a place in his bed in the future, he had no idea; one thing was for sure he couldn’t simply get up without saying something but unfortunately the words seemed to escape him as he struggled to figure out what to say to her.

as he looked at her he couldn't help but find her form even more beautiful, though whether or not that was the wolf thinking that or him was unclear, what was clear he had inadvertently slept with someone he had only just met and that somehow left perplexed as he'd never gone so far as to do that so quickly, though to say he'd done that once before would be farther from the truth since he chose a life of solitude as well as a life of a mercenary and neither of those left him with any time to be with someone.

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[Red Gypsy]

Wolfe Garm

Blade saw the look on his face and knew they were both screwed on the situation they were in. She raised herself up onto her elbows despite the fact that the marks all pulled when she did so, and gave a small pained sound that had nothing to do with the marks he'd given her, the same with the wince she gave, "Crap... From the look on your face, you're as lost as I am right now. I swear that I've never done anything like this before. I knew Anube at least a week before we jumped in the sack," she considered that one a moment then gave a wry look, "Okay, I knew him a week then I went into heat," she amended then lowered her head to rest her forehead on her forearms.

"I have no idea what to do now," she admitted before she raised her head to look at him again and tried to come up with something that would work, "How about this: We clean up, put some clothes on, and take things a day at a time. I'm really not wanting anything permanent right now and I gather that you aren't either, from the look on your face. So we don't do anything permanent. What do you think?" she offered, thinking that it was the best deal they were going to be able to work out.

She tried to sit up but hissed when her a** and thighs protested any movement, so she waited a moment then looked at him with a slightly embarrassed look, "Though I think I'm going to need a little help to get to the shower... Or at least vertical..." she knew she'd have to admit that one since it felt like he'd tried to play Picasso with her a** and thighs.

She wasn't complaining, though. She felt great right now and would heal up by tonight... Although, she had no idea what time it was, so 'tonight' could have many different meanings at the moment.

Great... Now she was babbling inside her own head... What next?! Going into heat early?!

She really needed to go hunting soon... That usually helped with her head...  

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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Wulfric looked at her and considered her proposition before he nodded “agreed” to say he was lost was an understatement but he didn’t say very much when he struggled to get up, finding that there were wounds in places he’d never had before and simply pushed through the irritation and stood up, he walked around the bed and offered a hand to blade “well I guess we better get you on your feet first if we’re going to get cleaned up from this predicament we find ourselves in” his face was expressionless as he offered her a hand, admittedly he at least knew how to be a gentleman and while they both may not expect this to happen, let alone really know how to deal with it he at least could help her out and if anything get her to the shower to clean up, though one thing crossed his mind that he had never thought of, how were they going to get dressed, his clothes were shredded when he changed in front of the door… Wulfric glanced out of the bedroom towards the door to find it still open, and simply shook his head as he turned his attention back to Blade, who while she might have been torn up by his wolves overzealous nature to have been able to have fun, she was still very beautiful and had to wonder just what he was thinking taking her to bed so suddenly. Well it was obvious he wasn’t himself, especially since her scent was still very strong to him and threatened to draw the wolf out of him again, though he did his best to lock it up and keep it restrained until this ordeal could be resolved, though the biggest problem he had was figuring out what he was going to do since he didn’t have a spare set of clothes readily available to him.

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[Red Gypsy]

Wolfe Garm

Blade took his hand and let him help her up off of the bed, though only he could see why she was having such issues at the moment. Honestly, if she shifted, she'd heal up a bit faster. But she didn't want to shift form right now. Her demon was, very thankfully, asleep, for lack of a better word for it. Her cat was feeling lazy. But her wolf knew every time his interest in her spiked and it was getting a bit weird. She didn't say anything though, since he didn't say anything about it.

Instead, she concentrated on carefully walking into the bathroom to the shower that would hold three burly people easily, meaning that there was enough room for the both of them. Her walk was slow, but it was mainly because the marks over her thighs and a** kept pulling when she walked. It was more uncomfortable than painful. Then again, her pain/pleasure signals tended to get confused at the oddest moments...

She could easily guess what he was thinking about as they got into the shower and she started up the water, giving a sharp hiss when the water made most of her skin sting sharply. When she could breathe easily, she spoke, "In your sitting room, probably in one of the chairs or somewhere like that, one of the servants will have guessed your size and provided clothing. There may be a few pieces in the closet as well. Don't know how that happens, but nearly all the closets in this place seem to have clothes already in them. Sometimes it's easily explained by 'former residents', but other times there's no explaining it," she explained to him as she let the water pour over her skin until the stinging wasn't as bad.

Then she stepped out from under the water and let him get under it as she did the bravest thing she could think of right now: she reached for the bathing oils they used on the island. She actually gave a wince over what she was about to do but knew it had to be done. So she simply started cleaning herself up and gave up on breathing until she was completely clean.

At least he couldn't say she was a pansy. It took guts to use the bathing oil that acted like soap but cleaned better and was better environmentally. His was apparently laced with juniper berry oils because it smelled like a woody pine forest when she used it.

When he was wet, they traded places and she rinsed the oils off, idly wondering what the hell his wolf had been carving into her a** that he'd apparently been so intent on. At this rate, she was going to be limping until it healed up unless she shifted form soon. When she turned to rinse the front of her off and moved her hair out of the way, he had an unimpeded view of her a** and the carved image there.

Apparently his wolf had a bit of a sense of humor...  

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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Wulfric couldn’t help but notice the image and simply shook his head as cleaned up, while it was very crude it did look like a couple of wolf’s heads, which Wulfric was unsure entirely what his Wolf was thinking as it was clearly a sign of him trying to claim her though why he was Wulfric was not entirely sure. He was a loner and he preferred that over being with someone, though he had to admit while his wolf was pretty much in full control he did at least feel better than he has been in a long time, though what didn’t help was the fact that she was in close proximity to him so her scent while being slightly covered up with the scent of the soap was slightly intoxicating and it showed as he stood there looking at her, while he didn’t want anything to do with a relationship, he couldn’t help but be attracted to her and the wolf side of him was as addicted to her scent as you could get. He only hoped that once they parted ways that he would be able to clear his head.

Wulfric Trades places with blade and rinses off, his eyes ever watchful, though, unsure what to say. He had never been in such a situation like this, eventually, he spoke up, though slightly clumsily “uh… do you remember anything from our… time together?” admittedly he was slightly drawing a blank, he couldn’t remember what happened which was unusual for him since he always knew what was going on in Wolf form but for the life of him he couldn’t remember anything, though the only thing that he did know was that he felt a lot better than he had before they slept together.

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[Red Gypsy]

Wolfe Garm

That one took Blade a moment to figure out and when she did, she felt bad for him. At least she remembered what happened when she shifted form. Well, except for her demonic form. That one was... well...

She gave him a shrug of one shoulder as they switched places again and let her rinse the soap/oil off, "Most of it... I think... When my demon takes over, things to get a bit fuzzy for me. So I can sympathize. But I do remember things when I'm in animal form," she paused there to consider how to respond to the red flag waving in his eyes.

She was finally rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to let him finish rinsing off and started to dry off, wincing just a bit as the towel moved over the double-wolf head carved into her upper thigh and a** cheek. She didn't say anything, though, not about that part anyway.

"I can say that you enjoyed yourself. And I enjoyed it as well. You were a perfect dominant, giving just enough pressure over my beasts that they behaved themselves and... and my demon as well... She's calmer than she's been in years..." she admitted to him, blushing the entire time.

She had no problem with nudity. She just had a problem with her demonic side. That one tended to embarrass her on a regular basis these days...

She wrapped her hair in the towel and made sure that there was a clean towel for him, then headed into the bedroom to see what was in the closet. He had clean clothes in the sitting room. She grabbed a long shirt that had to have come from the Renaissance or Victorian era; the blasted thing fell to her knees, had laces at the neck, and had long sleeves. The thing would have fit Wulfric perfectly. On her, it looked like she was wearing 'daddy's' old shirt or something like that.

He was probably going to have to go through the closet later on...

She went into the sitting room and delivered a set of clothes to him in the bathroom then went in search of her daggers.

She'd come here with two of them but could only find one of them. She looked all over the front room then went through the bedroom. She finally found it but it was under the bed and she was having a hard time reaching it.

So he came out of the bathroom with her on her knees beside the bed with her a** in the air while she was trying to reach the last dagger. In the process, the towel had come loose and her hair was spilling over one shoulder. It was almost as comical as it was enticing.  

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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Wulfric stood there and just simply stared for a moment before he came to his senses and stepped over to help her by lifting the bed up enough for her to get to her dagger. Once she had the dagger he lowered the bed down before he finished getting dressed, they weren’t his colors but they would do until he could get a new set of clothes. Wulfric watched Blade with more curiosity than anything else, he thought about what she had told him and he could agree that he felt good, more so than he had in such a long time, he couldn’t help but feel his wolf was overly satisfied as if that side of him had been starved of the touch of another though admittedly he was, he’d already decided that he wasn’t going to find a partner content to simply live his days as a mercenary who was looking for death than anything else.

Perhaps that was why he took the job he was on now, perhaps he was simply looking for a quick death and hoped that this would be the mission that he would finally meet his end and hopefully be reunited with his family in the afterlife. The more Wulfric thought about it the more his wolf was suddenly pushing him towards Blade. The sudden desire to want Blade was not his own, his blood called out to someone else which was unusual for him. Eventually, he spoke up “if anything, thank you! for as long as I’ve been alive and walking this lonely road as a mercenary I hadn’t been with anyone since the death of my own family. It has been a long time since I’ve felt this good, and while I may not have remembered what happened, my wolf does and is if nothing else satisfied, which is something that hasn’t been the case since I became a wolf.” Wulfric noticed that some of his gear was lying around so he picked up his sword and pistol and put them on the bed where he would deal with them later. Though the biggest question on his mind was how long had they been at it, he knew that he had come in sometime around early afternoon. Wulfric scratched his head and stepped into the living and noted that the door was still open so he walked over to it and closed it before he noticed a couple of trays of food at the small table and wondered who had brought that in.

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[Red Gypsy]

Wolfe Garm

Blade had paused when he lifted the bed but refocused quickly enough to get the dagger. She could claim physical attraction, which was there; but it was more that she'd never seen anyone just lift a bed like that, so it was justifiably distracting.

She finally moved into the front room as he closed the door and noted his look at the trays of food. She had to smile over that one, "The servants here are very efficient. Just leave a note about your preferences and they'll see to it," she said simply as she sat in one of the plush chairs to strap one of her daggers to her thigh, the other one going to her forearm.

That done, she judged the contents on the trays and guessed that they'd been very busy for at least one day, though probably longer. There were two breakfast trays, for example. Either they'd left one for each of them, or they'd been in here through two breakfast cycles. The food was heavy on the protein, too, showing that someone thought they'd been working enough to need the extra...

She wasn't sure about mentioning that just yet, though. Instead, she kept thinking about what he'd said and sympathized with him but knew that he wasn't the type to appreciate sympathy. So she basically left it alone for now. After all, how did one approach that to talk about it? In truth, she had to admit that she felt better than she had in a long time.

Of course, she was also feeling a little unsure by now, though she couldn't say why, exactly. Maybe it was the uncertainty of how long they'd been in here. But it was probably more likely that she was nervous about when she'd go into heat. With not knowing how long they'd been in here, she wasn't sure how long she had before she had to be locked into the room she'd prepared.

So she decided to take the plunge, "Either they simply left a tray for each of us for each meal, or we've been in here for at least two days. Maybe longer. That means I only have a few more days left before I have to be in that room. While my demon is content for now, that won't last for long; not as close as my heat is," she explained to him, keeping her back to him.

She wasn't sure if she could look at him while discussing this subject, mainly because he'd expressed reservations over her plans even though he'd agreed to it. But she felt that it had to be done, that she really didn't have much choice in the whole thing...  

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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Wulfric considered what she had said as he sat down to find the tray to be quite an appetizing selection, not what he usually ate but then again, he was on the road more than not so having a proper meal was very seldom. “then I will fulfill my role in your detainment though is it likely that time is further along than you realize” he indicated the food on the tray as he picked a piece of meat up “the food is cold” seeing that he had a feeling that there was more going on than either of them were fully aware of, her demon side was satisfied and his wolf was as well which could mean they had been at it far longer than they thought. The problem for him was that normally he was fully aware of his action when in wolf form and usually knew what the time was but being with her for unknown reasons he had no recollection of anything after he had lost control of his wolf. Her scent was visible but now that she had been around him her scent wasn’t as potent as it was before, had something happened between them and they weren’t aware of it?

The more Wulfric thought about it the more he had to wonder if she hadn’t misjudged her timing, thinking about it for his kin if a suitable male was immediately available it was possible for a female to go into heat early which might explain why he wasn’t himself or his wolf for that matter the scent of a female going into heat was available and his wolf picked up on it immediately. Looking at Blade with an eyebrow raised he inquired “are you even sure you haven’t already gone into heat and finished it, after all, both our other halves are suddenly feeling very satisfied for no apparent reason, and I think we both can agree the suddenness of all of this wasn’t normal for either of us.” Considering that Wulfric could only come to one conclusion she had gone into heat early and he happened to be in the area to pick up on it and was driven into fulfilling the needs of a female in heat.

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[Red Gypsy]

Wolfe Garm

This is getting hilarious!

Blade frowned over the cold food and kept her brown eyes on the trays instead of looking at him when he offered a possible explanation for the whole thing. But she had to blush as she shook her head in the negative. How to explain it though?

She took in a deep breath and simply said it as it came to her, even though she couldn't look at him as she said it, "Nope. If I'd gone into heat early, with the door open, there would have been more... people in the room when we came out of it... The pheromones would have spread out into the hallway and pulled whoever came into the hallway into the room to join the party," she said as best as she could and hoped that he understood her point.

While he and his wolf quite probably would have been more than enough to sate her heat, with the door wide open there would have been others drawn into the action anyway.

She tucked a lock of wet hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture that she couldn't help as she continued, "It's possible that it was a precursor, but it wasn't the full deal. Besides... I'd be more... sore..." she added and felt like her head was going to explode from the pressure of her blush by now.

There were times that explaining Demonicus physiology was a royal pain in the a**...

After a moment of trying to decide if her head was going to explode or not, she used the trays as an excuse, "Let me get some clothes on and I'll show you where the kitchen is. That way you can get something to eat without having to wait for it to show up," she offered and turned towards the door.

She was hoping, in vain more likely, that she could escape the whole thing without blushing any more. But she knew there would be more questions. There were always more questions...  

[Wolfe Garm]

Into the fires of battle!

Red Gypsy

Wuflric Von Shadowfang

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Wulfric, nodded as his eyes followed her movements, he couldn’t help but wonder just what the actual thing was like, if this was but a taste of the real thing, he had to wonder how he would react when the real thing hit her, after all, he had already slept with her and knew her scent…intimately. And while he may not know the scent as well, his wolf does which actually concerned him, he had no idea of just how far his wolf would go when that moment came to take her and he cleared his throat slightly before he spoke up “it has occurred to me that we may have a problem with this plan of yours” Wulfric sighed slightly knowing it was inevitable that there was a strong chance that his wolf would react even though she would be locked up considering how strong his sense of smell was. “while I may not know your scent as intimately as my Wolf form, my other half does and while your plan may have been good against those who have never tasted you, my Wolf has. It has occurred to me that locking yourself up may be a futile attempt against a white wolf whose sense of smell is extremely sharp, especially when it comes to knowing a smell like yours as deeply and strongly has it has. As crazy as this is probably going to sound, if you don’t intend to bond with me, we both may need to be locked up” Wulfric hadn’t thought about such an outcome ever occurring before but then again he hadn’t been giving his Wolf really a chance to, and the urge hitting him as hard as it did when he smelled her scent gave his wolf the push it needed to go into a frenzy which would explain why he couldn’t remember anything, anytime his wolf went so far the primal instincts of his blood took over And well he usually didn’t like what happened when he came to after whatever wild time his wolf had. Admittedly Wulfric knew that a lot of that stemmed from the fact that he had no idea as to what line of wolves he came from since he was as far as he knew truly was the last of the bloodline, so his ability to control something he knew very little about didn’t help things at all.

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