There was no mercy. None. No quarter when he was like this.

A feral wolf hammering into his poor silly brave Omega.

They were such a big talker in the beginning, but now they were just a whining mess beneath him trying to pull away from the overstimulation he gifted them with, "Where do you think you're going, dove? Hm? I thought you said you could handle it?" He teases with that gruff sultry voice knowing what it does to you as he picks up his brutal pace, "Giving up on me already?"