She thought for a single long moment and Clayton could practically hear the question before her lips even moved. It was the most obvious question to ask and he knew that she would get around to it eventually. He nodded his head slowly at what she said before setting his hand on her thigh lightly, his thumb able to reach her knee and brush against it slowly through the fabric of her dress. “It would be unfair of me to not tell you and I know it has most likely been unfair of me to address this before. I just didn’t want you to take too much in all at once, and wanted to ease you slowly into everything.”

“With the way things have been going, I doubt that will exactly be possible. So, the reason I know you are my mate is because everything about you draws me in from your scent to your beauty, whether you see it for yourself or not. I know you are my mate because my wolf feels it. If my wolf feels it, then there is no doubt, because I can only have one mate, Saffie. I never lied to you about you being the only one I could have when I said it before. I’m… a bit different than most of our kind. My genetics are altered in some way that makes me stronger, and makes me what I am, a bloodwolf. My kind, we only have one mate, and that, I know, is you,” he explained.

He inhaled slowly and nodded his head. “I might as well continue to explain what being what I am means. I am able to heal you, your father, with my blood because it has certain properties. As a bloodwolf, my life is longer and I react better to being wounded, as you have no doubt noticed. That is why I gave your father my blood that day. I allowed a part of my healing abilities into him to help heal his mind before he ended up killing himself. I could give him too much then. He is weak and my blood, it can sometimes override someone’s system if they are too close to death or too lost mentally to take a hold of themself. You- you were lucid, strong, and my mate. That made you able to use my blood effectively, especially since my wolf would do anything to protect you.”

“My bloodwolf abilities are also what made me able to be in the war with your grandfather. I’ve lived a long time Saffie. There were years I spent as just a wolf without changing back, almost completely an animal. There are many things I could tell you about myself, but I don’t know where to start. So, ending my turn of explanation, I’ll ask you why you let people treat you the way they do? Why do you not fight back?” Clayton finished off with a question. He felt like he had at least gotten a weight off of his chest and hoped that Saffie would be understanding with what he was and wouldn’t judge him too harshly.

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Saffie was almost overwhelmed by everything Clayton had to say. Almost. It was just so fascinating. The way he explained how he knew he was her Mate sounded... natural. It was almost like his senses were stronger then normal Werewolves, the next evolution even and it was because of this he could best determine she was his Mate. She supposed everyone had their soulmate or other half out there. She had always wanted to believe in it. Normal Werewolves used their senses as well to find an ideal Mate, just not to the extent it seemed that Bloodwolves could and did. Plus there wasn't a restriction for normal Werewolves that there was just one Mate out there that they had to find. It was rather romantic actually.

Then he mentioned he was actually old. As old, if not older, then her grandfather would be if he was still alive today. It wasn't a problem for Saffie but it was such a big thing to think about it. He was so much older then her. He was definitely 'the older man'. Older then her own father. It should have made her feel icky really but she couldn't help but feel relief. Thirty one years old was an old age for this era and for future generations too. She was sure even in the year two thousand and further people would still see thirty one as the age where women were supposed to have had puppies and possibly be Mated as well. She was past it. She was over the hump it felt like and yet now here was an older man who was sure she was his Mate, and if his senses deemed her the right one then surely she wasn't too old to have a family of her own and the romance she'd always dreamed of.

His abilities were fascinating. That his blood would always do its best to heal her regardless of the situation was so very sweet and she wished her blood could do the same thing for him. Unfortunately as far as she knew her blood didn't have the same ability. The fact his blood could work on those important to her should it be absolutely necessary - and as she understood it an emergency - was also sweet but Saffie was hoping she'd never have to use his blood for her or anyone she cared about. She didn't want to take advantage of him in any way.

Then Clayton asked about her and Saffie found her gaze drifting down to her lap as she shifted anxiously. Of course she was going to be honest but it was hard to say the reason out loud. She mostly tried to ignore it herself so she didn't have to acknowledge it. Taking a deep breath she lifted her head to look him in the eye, doing her best to respect him as he had her, and told him the truth.

"When my parents were around it was easier to stand up for myself. I had them at my back to protect me should anything happen. I had no responsibilities - no serious ones anyway. Then my mother was dead, my father was gone, and I had four siblings to care for. I could try to stand up for myself but what would it do? What if my mother had been killed by my Pack? Was I really willing to risk my siblings' futures just to stand up to people that could be murderers? Besides, it was harmless in the beginning and really what they said is what I felt anyway. My family comes first."

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Clayton watched as Saffie’s gaze went to her lap for the longest moment and her body shifted. He continued to watch her with furrowed eyebrows as she finally shifted her gaze back to him and stared into his eyes. It seemed that she was trying to show him she respected him as well and the fact that he had looked at her through his explanation. She began and he found himself watning to bring her closer to him, and instead of fighting the urge like he knew he should probably have, he waited until she finished talking. As soon as her voice drifted off talking about her family, Clayton moved her onto his lap with the ease of a man who was sure in everything he did. He hugged her close, one hand on her hips, gently brushing against it and the other on on her lower back, keeping her against him with little to no visible effort.

He pressed a slow kiss to her forehead, part of him hoping that she would flush the brilliant color she so often did when they became close. “You should not feel like that. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Sure, some may seem to be more physically attractive, but they can also be so cruel. What you are is beautiful in and out, and the sweetest girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You are absolutely perfect, Saffie,” he whispered against her forehead, just holding her close, wanting to be the one to protect her then and there. She had spent such a long time protecting her siblings, that much he could see, and now he wanted to be able to be there for her. He wanted to watch her become a strong and powerful woman as he knew she could become if she just had the chance to grow and the chance of freedom from her pack. In his, there would be no one to mock her.

Clay already knew that they would respect his choice, as they knew his bloodwolf genes. They would be insane to even think about hurting her physically or emotionally, not with him right there ready to shred apart whoever dared to treat his mate badly. Sure, they weren’t bound in the sense that Saffie wished them to be at that moment, but he was already bound to her himself. If she told him to leave her alone, he would have no choice but to do such a thing, no matter the pain he would feel. If she wanted to use him, he would let her use him until he was nothing. That was the bond he had towards her. It was unbreakable and undeniable from the moment he first caught a whiff of her scent.

“No one will ever treat you terribly again, that much I swear. No one will question my mate, the female alpha of my pack. They will not dare,” he whispered. He pulled back to look down at her, feeling more and more protective over her until it was almost overwhelming. He moved to press a kiss to her jaw, his lips lingering for a moment longer than they had to, and then he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her lips. His movements had become gentle to the point that it was almost like he was dealing with something as delicate as a flower. When he pulled his mouth away his hand moved from her hip to brush through her hair slowly, trying to make her more comfortable on his lap.

Clayton knew he would go to war for his mate. He knew such devotion was already written on his face. She had to know he would do absolutely anything for her to make her happy. If she wanted him to give her the world, he would fight until every inch of land was hers to rule over. He stroked his thumb over her cheek and let out a slow breath. “Why don’t you tell me something about you, something that makes you happy? Tell me about the things that excite you, make you laugh and smile,” he proposed with a soft expression on his face.

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Saffie definitely felt wanted and cared for when she was moved onto Clay's lap. Instinct moved her to tuck her head under his chin, turning her body towards him and curling up on his lap with her hands wrapped around his back and her legs curling underneath his as she let her eyes close. She inhaled deeply as she allowed her senses to wash over him. There was just something about him that made her feel completely safe even when she was confused and wary over his declaration they were Mates at the start. She was still a little bit wary as she'd never experienced such a good thing before and memory told her there was a punch line waiting to happen but this would go naturally with time. Saffie had no doubt it would go away and looked forward to the moment when she felt completely comfortable, safe, happy, and without the feeling of having to look over her shoulder all the time.

She knew was very lucky to have such a good man in her life. He was everything she'd ever wanted and more. She just hoped she'd be able to make him as happy as he made her. He deserved nothing less then that. She would strive to give all of herself to him and out of everyone she had ever met Saffie had never wanted to do that, especially as strongly as she did with Clayton. She was pretty sure he was it, he set such a high standard and deep down Saffie knew no one would ever match up to him let alone surpass him. That was impossible. His declarations of her beauty and how she'd never be ill-treated again was like a balm to unseen, inner wounds. It would take time for them to disappear completely, as is natural, but it would be worth it. To be able to be self confident, to have no issues with her weight and appearance... well, Saffie had dreams of just that.

A happy little sigh left her lips as she felt him kiss her jaw. She tilted her head upwards, eyes opening only to see him leaning downwards towards her. As he got close she, out of instinct and habit, closed her eyes and moaned ever so softly as he kissed her lips. Her hands moved up to cup his shoulders as he kissed her, Saffie doing her best to press her lips against his in return so he knew the affection was reciprocated.

She was ultimately relieved when he asked her about more positive things. Opening her eyes, Saffie hummed for a moment as she thought before meeting his gaze.

"Well I always feel happy when my siblings reach a new milestone. To see them grow and become strong, independent men and women who can fend for themselves if needs be... It makes me so proud that I had something to do with that. I really like that despite my parental role in their lives they are more then happy to sit or lay with me and have cuddles whilst we talk about our days and how we feel. The twins always make me laugh. They're little pranksters you know. They'll have you and your Pack on their toes constantly. I like sleeping in, not that I get to do it, and feel the sun rise through the window as I sleep. I like basking in the sunlight amongst comfy pillows and blankets, much like a cat really. I prefer a homemade, warm roll or cake over meat. Wierd, I know, for a Werewolf but thats how I am. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

(OOC: Sorry its short and long overdue. I've been a bit upset the past twenty four hours.)

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Clayton was glad that she didn’t seem to want to leave his arm. He didn’t think he ever wanted her to leave his side, his arms, again. It was something about the way she felt against him and how it made him feel as if he was truly alive with her. She was everything he could have asked for. When he was angry, ready to rip the throats out of those who had hurt her, she told him to stay calm, and he unknowingly did. If she told him to hunt them down, he would. There was no doubt in his mind that he would do anything the woman sitting on his lap told him to do. His mouth curled upward at what she said. Her love for her siblings made him somehow so much happier, knowing how she could be with children and also knowing that she would love them.

He nodded his head to her words, his smile growing wider at the sound of her liking to curl up in the sunlight, making a mental note in his head to do something romantic for her. Clay could tell that any girl wanted romance, and he wanted to sweep this singular one off of her feet. He wanted to make her feel beautiful like he knew she really was. The urge to make her happy was something inside him that he didn’t know he could feel before.

A hum left his chest as he moved to kiss her ear, his lips soft against her skin. His breaths blew over her skin as one of his hands rubbed her lower back, never going lower, but also not venturing higher. In fact, it seemed as if he was more content with this position than he had been before. “Anything else I’d like to know? Everything,” he whispered against her ear, words going deeper, huskier as he thought about how much he just wanted to know everything about his mate. Clayton wanted to know what she loved, what made her happy, and what made her laugh. Just the thought of her laugh had his lips curling up wider, loving the sound of it and knowing that hearing it had already become intoxicating.

He also knew he was already addicted to the sound of her moans whenever he kissed her or touched her just the right way. It just made him want to hear those sounds more often. He breathed in her scent, knowing that would become the scent of home for him, just as he knew that he would love her as he had never loved anyone before. Clayton could feel it, despite not saying the words aloud. It was too soon to tell and he knew it could just be the high of having a connection to a mate, but it was still a thought in his mind as clear as day.

“Tell me what makes you laugh,” he didn’t quite ask her but almost told her. His voice was soft, encouraging despite the way he had proposed it. His lips moved down to press against her neck, just kissing her skin. He didn’t stop kissing her, mouth going to her collarbone where he paused and pressed another kiss. Clayton just wanted to hear her voice go breathy, needing the sound of it and needing to know she still wanted him despite his guilt over not being there for her. So, he kissed and sucked on her collarbone, his hands continuing to rub over her skin as he listened for her response.


(OOC: It’s perfectly fine! If it is anything you want to talk to me about, I would love to listen!)

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"What makes me laugh..."

Saffie mumbled, tilting her head as she considered the question. It was hard to decide where to start when it came to telling Clay everything about herself. If she was asked about her family then she could go on for hours without needing to stop or think about it. She loved them with all her heart and for so long now she had lived to take care of them without ever asking for a moment to herself, or purchasing an item for herself. She had gone without so her siblings could flourish and her father would stay alive. She had always hoped he would come back to them. She had believed it at first all those years ago when they first lost their mother but after two years Marie had stopped believing it would happen and instead hoped for it. As the years past her hope began to lessen bit by bit but it never completely went away. Saffie was a fighter after all and she had to get that from somewhere. Of course it had always been said she got her spirit from her mother but without her mother around to validate that, Saffie hoped that maybe her fighting spirit could have also come from her father. He'd now had Clay's healing blood and even though it had appeared to be doing something she still hadn't heard anything from him. Maybe he was never going to come back to her.

Of course none of this made her laugh. She tried to think of something that made her laugh that wasn't to do with her family but couldn't come up with anything. Saffie found it even harder to think when she felt Clay start to kiss her neck before moving onto her collarbone which he seemed to pepper with kisses.

"Well..."

Saffie began, her voice rather breathless at the attention. Instead of words however she ended up giving a soft moan, her cheeks flushing red in a blush as she leaned into his touch. A part of her thought that maybe she should stop this but it felt so good that she just wanted Clay to keep going. 'Oh yes' She thought as she ran her hands through his soft hair, her bust rising and falling a bit quicker and deeper then usual as her adrenaline spiked along with her attraction to her Mate.

"That feels so good."

She sighed happily, her hands moving eagerly down his back to curl around his hips as she angled her body to face his body better. It took her a moment to remember what he had been asking her and another moment to be able to think about answering his question. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to know what made her laugh. She knew she had laughed a fair few times in her lifetime, just because she was the parent didn't mean she was unhappy, but it was hard to pin down anything inparticular that she found most amusing.

"Jokes are funny. Especially the bad ones and the naughty ones. The twins are funny. They are always pulling pranks and their reactions when they think they've gotten away with it or get caught are funny as well. You know whats really funny though? I get to walk through the Pack tomorrow, out of this territory, as your Mate whilst the volumptuous beauties and thin supermodel looking females watch in envy. They always told me no one could ever want me let alone love me and I... I get to prove them wrong. I know its shallow and silly but I feel better knowing this."

(OOC: I shall PM you.)

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He enjoyed the sounds she made more than she could ever know. It was so addictive, the way she moaned when he pressed his lips to her skin and made her breathe heavily. Clayton knew what he was doing, but he just wanted to touch his mate in that moment, make her see that she could be the only one he wanted. After all, Saffie already knew he was old, that he was a blood wolf, that he had gone to war with her pack many years before, and that he was bound to her by blood and by his very soul. She knew he could have no one else and maybe that could also help reassure her that he didn’t mean to hurt her, rather he meant to make her every breath from that point on a happy one.

Clayton nuzzled her collarbone, continuing to kiss, with small nips and licks here and there as he felt her press herself against him. Her hands moved through his hair, enticing a rough growlish groan from his lips. His eyes closed as he continued to press his mouth to her skin, reveling in the taste of her and the feel of her. Why must she be so addicting? I feel as if I will drown in just the feel and scent of her, he thought with his own breath accelerating slightly. She was driving him insane with the need to touch and the need to claim, to protect.

He enjoyed the fact that she admitted that it felt good, wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her hands had moved to curl around his hips and she was angled to him even better. His questions seemed to be so complicated to her and he was glad he was having such an effect on her. Still, he was hanging onto her control, just barely able to handle himself in that moment just to listen to her say what made her laugh.

At her words he growled lowly. “I must put on a show then,” he said aloud. “After all, I want them to be so jealous of you that they can’t even stand it. I want them to see you without a wound on your body and wonder how in the world you managed it,” he whispered against her skin. He wanted their jealousy and he wanted them to realize what a terrible mistake they had made by choosing to hurt her and choosing to make her an outcast in her own pack. Clayton wanted to show them that she didn’t need their permission to be an alpha female, because she was going to be one anyway, of a strong pack that was bonded together through their own love of each other. That would show them.

Before she could say something to him, his hands moved to the edge of her dress, just slipping his hands under slightly. He just wanted to feel her skin against the palms of his hands. Clayton traces them, his thumbs rubbing to the insides of her knees then a little farther to the inside of her thigh. Even then, he stopped his hands progression, panting a lot more heavily and eyes turning darker and a little bit redder with need from his wolf and himself.

Clay breathed in her scent and chuckled. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he whispered against her skin. “If you want me to calm myself, I will. The only thing I won’t do is take you as mine tonight, nor tomorrow, nor the next day. I will wait, treasuring every inch of you only once we go through the official ceremony. I’ll wait until you are the one trying to undress me and the one who wants me more than anything else on this planet as I have been thinking of you since we kissed,” he breathed his words against her collarbone. Then, he paused and his tongue swiped out to lick his own lips, brushing against her skin before he nuzzled her again. “However, I don’t mind a little bit of touching until then, if that is what you want. I will happily continue to make you feel desired Saffie, because you are.”

Clayton had his head there, just waiting for her words, wanting to make her understand that all he wanted to do was to please her in any way, shape, or form.

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It was so hard to think straight with Clay peppering her skin with kisses, licks, and nips. Not to mention it was on her collarbone so very close to the neckline of her dress. It was almost bedroom-rated, for lack of a better term, and Marie knew she would find it extremely hard to say no should Clay go much further. She wanted him so badly. She was sure he would be an attentive and passionate lover, and she knew she wouldn't find a man that was truly concerned about her needs and making sure she didn't get hurt. She was pretty sure really that once she had settled into her new home with Clay she would probably let him be her first. After all, for some reason when she pictured staying at Clay's home she always saw them sharing a room and a bed. Of course she saw some old castle slash manor like building as their home with a four poster bed in the room, a huge working fireplace, bay window with cushioned seating embedded into it, and a large stone archway that led to a stone balcony. The bedroom would of course hold a large walk in wardrobe for the pair of them as well as a large and luxurious en-suite where the bath would resemble a lagoon more then anything and she could just relax in the warm water with bubbles and listen to calming music. Perhaps they could spend time together in the bath sometime...

"Really? You'd do that for me? I know its shallow but I've been put down for what seems like all my life at this point by my Pack and you're... well you're a god. You're male perfection and I just... I just want them to feel really, really bad and... well... jealous of me. For once I want to look down on them rather than them looking down on me. I know its petty, and probably just as silly as wanting to be pampered and just have - I don't know - a day maybe where I can come first and someone looks after me but I can't help but want it."

Normally Saffie would never say such a thing. She'd keep it quiet inside her mind and do her best not to think about it unless she was in bed going to sleep but she just felt like she could tell Clayton anything. Normally this was usually one of those things you think about on a whim, and a part of you wants it, but you know you'd never do it and it would never really happen so it would just stay in your mind. It was like wishing the sibling who had taken your favourite hairbrush would have her or his hair fall out, or wish you could take the big victoria sponge your mother was making just for you and not for a mothers' afternoon tea event. Whilst it would be nice it would never be something you would ever do. However for this suggestion she made it was more then a small part of her that wanted it. She was sure if she hadn't been able to shift into her Werewolf form she wouldn't have survived this night and would still be in the wounds bleeding out. They would have killed her. For once she wanted to walk out of the house looking stunning, sexy, and exotically beautiful with Clay, the most attractive man and Alpha in the world, on her arm as the doting Mate with the whole Pack staring at her in envy. She wanted to feel like she was better then them and their petty jealousy and bullying behaviour.

"For once I want to be beautiful. I don't want to be the fat one that hasn't, before you, had a single male be interested in me whether its for something positive like a kiss or dreadful like taking me by force. I know its completely stupid, shallow and pathetic but for just one moment I... I want to be so beautiful, so attractive, that all the males can't keep their eyes off me."

Saffie had never felt like she was a woman. She didn't feel like she had been validated as a woman, as stupid as that may sound. After all, every girl went through certain milestones, learnt certain things, and a whole host of experiences by the time they properly matured at age twenty and not the sixteen where law said they were of age. Saffie hadn't been through these and although she had the required body parts and had read all there is to know about the different subjects and experiences, it just wasn't the same. Not only that but until Clayton turned up there had never been any interest in her so how could she feel like a woman if the male gender never saw her as one?

She had Clayton now though and she didn't want anyone else. She was certain there was no one better then him in the whole world. She would never betray him or his trust. It would just be nice to feel like a real woman, to get a little bit of revenge on those that had put her down her whole life as well as those who tried to kill her and leave this suffocating Pack with her head held high rather than her tail between her legs.

"Don't get me wrong. All I want is you but I... I just don't feel like a woman. I feel like I'm this Werewolf with no gender and it would be nice to be admired. Sometimes I even wondered what it would be like to be fought over. Don't get me wrong,, I am an independant person but every woman secretly wishes to be so sought after that two attractive men fight over her. Its not that silly is it?"

Her thoughts were derailed however as she felt Clay once more resume his kissing, licking and nips on her skin. She felt her mind grow foggy as she surrendered herself to the tingling, breathless, heart racing feelings he brought out in her by his touch alone. Her gaze snapped downwards as she felt his hand on her knees which then travelled up her inner thighs. He had gone past what normal manners called inappropriate and now was extremely chose to 'shotgun Mating' very inappropriate and yet she had no wish to move his hands. Infact she was pretty much sat in wonder as she looked at the hand shaped bumps in her skirt as she tried to comprehend that Clay, her hero and god to all malekind, desired her so much that he would touch her round, soft thighs that had never been toned once in her life. How could he find it desireable? She didn't understand it and yet she wasn't going to question it. She never got this lucky and sje decided that perhaps it was best to be blissfully oblivious. She wasn't sure what he would do when he got sight of her slightly chubby tummy but she supposed she'd worry about that when she absolutely had to. Besides they could always show their love for each other in the dark anyway.

"I don't want to make you do anything you don't feel comfortable with. Besides although I have read some things about adult experiences, I have never actually been through them myself and so I don't know what I would like anyway. Besides, just being with me, kissing me, and looking at me like you do makes me very happy. I feel special with you and I hope if you don't feel any of that with me now that I'll be able to make you feel it in the future."

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Clayton didn't know how Saffie didn't know how beautiful she was, knowing there were insecurities there that had built up over time for her. Yet, as he touched her thighs he couldn't help but feel his desire increase steadily in a heated, heightening sensation that was seemingly neverending. All he wanted was to touch her until she felt the same yearning he felt. Yet, her words made him take pause. How she could ever not feel like a woman was something he couldn't even comprehend. Didn't she know how utterly captivating she truly was? "It isn't wrong to wish for such things, no matter how seemingly unrealistic they may be at the time. I will make sure they understand that you are mine and that you are the most desirable woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Of course, I may have to hurt any man who dares to leer at you, as I'll find it quite annoying if they were to steal you away from me, even for only a moment," he started with a chuckle.

"I'm glad that you want me, that all you want is me. That much, I can easily give you. However, the two men fighting over you wouldn't end up well for any other man who tries to stake his claim on you. He will not be a pretty sight to behold when I would be through. That is because you are mine. You are my mate. Mine," he stated as he pulled away from her collarbone. He looked deeply into her eyes were his slightly reddened, dark eyes.

Almost as if he was lost in her eyes he leaned forward until their lips were a breath apart. "I feel unbelievably happy, unnervingly calm, whenever I lay my eyes on you. Maybe that should scare me, but it doesn't. As for those kisses, I will happily continue kissing you, touching you, and looking at you in this way you seem to love. I desire you and you are mine. Mine," he breathed. His lips moved to hers and he pressed against her. His tongue sought entrance into her mouth, wanting to take her breath away. He wanted to hear her moan and gasp against him. It was nearly too much as he thought about it. In a quick movement, he had her pinned under him on her bed.

His mouth was heated on hers, his arms pushing up the dress, which also moved due to the new position. He adjusted her so that her legs were wrapped around him and that they were pressed together, chest to chest, hip to hip. Clay's mouth moved from hers to her jawline and he peppered it with rough kisses while his thumbs rubbed against her inner thighs, stroking them as if reveling in the feeling of her, which he was. Before long, his mouth was once more on her collarbone, sucking on it as he pressed the top of her dress down further so that he could kiss her newly exposed skin. "I want to see every inch of you," he found himself whispering against her skin. "You drive me mad with lust by just words and normal actions. You completely unravel me," he all but whispered against her skin. Then, his hands moved higher, just a little bit more, but stopped against as he pulled away to look at her.

"May I?" he asked as he motioned to her dress with heated eyes. "I won't take you, Saffie, but let me show you how much I wish to please you." His voice had grown deeper, rougher, and his eyes were a dark red, a mix between his natural eye color and that of his wolf. Somehow, the wolf inside him was no longer just a seperate entity in that moment, instead it was whispering the same thoughts he was having, as if they were finally one in even his human form. Both were in agreement on pleasing their mate, needing to see her and needing to feel her. It was nearly too much of an urge to ignore. Yet, he stifled himself down, knowing he would have to back off if she were to deny him. Even if it hurt him, he would disentangle their bodies and control himself. He wouldn't run from her, knowing he couldn't at that point. Already Clay had reached the point of no return within that part and knew that leaving her wouldn't end well and would only last in a breath away before he was back at her side, listening for her to tell him what she wanted.

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"I think I would find it very... exciting and attractive to watch you fight. Especially in this form now without a shirt on."

Saffie confessed, after he had told her about his reactions to her proposed scenarios. She was relieved he didn't find them stupid or silly, and that if it didn't mean kill someone due to his protective and possessive nature towards her which she found rather stimulating to be honest. She knew she shouldn't condone violence or a man acting so neanderthal-like (as some would say) but she really liked it. It excited her as much as his touch, his kisses, and the looks he gave her. Everything about him called to her and answered every single need and desire she both knew and didn't know she had. She wasn't entirely sure what he had ever desired in a woman, she had never thought to ask so far and made a mental note to do that at some point in the future, but she found it hard to comprehend that she must be it. A lot of men that were the closest to Clay's beauty, and even those were a far distance away from ever being as attractive as he was, were usually shallow and went for the anorexic supermodel type or the volumptuous but small waist type. Even old men that were old enough to be a girl or woman's father would go after this type regardless of age although it was often the younger age groups that were seen and the older either trapped in an unfaithful Mating or cast aside for a younger version.

She was, she guessed if he felt anything like she did, everything that Clay did and didn't know he wanted and needed in a woman. It was a huge thing to process. She didn't have time to process it however as his lips then met hers and all thought in her mind switched off as she shyly parted her lips to allow Clay's tongue access. It seemed like it had been one second after she parted her lips for them that their positions differed completely. It took her a second to realise she was laid on her bed, her knees brushing against his hips as her legs had been wrapped around him and crossed over each other at his bottom. She could feel every inch of her body pressed to his and could most definitely feel every inch of his body pressed to hers. He really wanted her, she could feel it and see it in his face, and she couldn't help but feel more powerful and more vulnerable then she ever had in her life. She noticed her dress had ridden up not just from this position but also because Clay had moved it. In the back of her mind she knew she should probably stop this, mainly at this point because anyone could walk in, but it felt far too good for her to even bother doing more then pushing the thought aside. Her chest heaved faster and deeper, a blush bright on her cheeks as she stared into his eyes, feeling so much out of her depths.

He made her feel so desired, so attractive when he touched her and kissed her that she often found herself forgetting everything - even what she looked like - but what she was feeling. The sensations, the fluttery feeling in her belly and the way her skin seemed to heat up all over when he touched her in stimulating ways. She felt slightly out of breath and yet she hadn't even tried to run, she felt a little lightheaded, and all she wanted was to feel Clay closer. Being pressed together just didn't seem to be enough and she didn't know why. She needed him closer, she needed more but what that was... well she liked to say she didn't know what it was that her instincts were screaming for but deep down she did know. He made her feel excited, like she was on an adrenaline rush or sugar high, as well as anxious, just a tiny bit scared, and a little nervous as she had no clue what to do let alone how to please Clayton as a woman would. What scared her the most though was that she knew that with just a few more touches, maybe somewhere she hadn't been touched before (which was a lot of places including her tummy), that she would definitely say yes should he suggest they go all the way.

Saffie would definitely feel better and more secure if they waited until they were in their den, their bedroom, where it would be just the two of them and they would be infinitely more protected. Plus, it would be special there. In his territory it would mark the beginning of their lives together and the beginning of her womanhood as far as she was concerned. She could feel his thumbs rubbing against the soft flesh of her thighs, his kisses delving just below her collarbone, and she knew even as he asked if he could touch her further that she could not deny him. Her senses were alight like fireworks and she knew she'd never be able to calm down without something happening between the two of them. The fact he promised he wouldn't let it get out of hand and ignore her desire to wait to fully Mate until they were in his territory and they had completed the Mating ceremony just sealed the deal. She wouldn't have to worry or keep her mind to make sure it wouldn't go all the way. She trusted Clay and his word. He could be responsible. He had done all this before and so he could have the control whilst she got lost in all the new sensations he would put her through. Of course one day she would reciprocate but she knew right now, whilst this was all brand new, she wouldn't be able to think straight and enjoy herself all at once.

"Yes, I trust you. Please, I feel... I just... I need you."

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