Due to a bit of excitment from the both of you, it had ended up where you were also a werewolf. Of course he tried to treat you as less than you. Seeing himself as more superior. You quickly changed that behavior. Forcing him to respect you in more than one way. Though it definantly didn't help that the form had enahnced your hormones. Making them spiral out of control at times. Whether that means going on an absolute slaughtering rampage or not resting all night. Tonight was one of those nights where your hormones were out of wack. And imeadiately you craved Carlos. You needed him. Which caused you to be where you were now. Sitting on his lap practically eating eachother's faces. Gripping onto his mowhawk. You pushed him down to the bed and he gave a laugh and slightly sharp toothed grin. You started biting at his skin, causing blood to draw, but he loved it. Biting you back. The wounds healing almost imeadiately due to the werewolfism. Carlos gripped onto your body tightly and laughed before locking lips with you again. Enjoying the feeling of your hands through his dark black hair.