He doesn't mind in the slightest, the more she enjoys herself the happier he'll be. Besides, he's only marginally paying attention to anything her free hand is doing, his yellow eyes fixed on where she moves between his thighs. Struck by the image of her sucking his cock so enthusiastically. It's good to feel genuinely desired and it gives him some deep, primal satisfaction to watch her. He's forgotten in the moment how anxious he was, how worried about hurting her or frightening her.

It doesn't take long, neglected as his prick's been and he pants her name, a desperate sound of half-warning before he comes with another one of those wolfish snarls. He does manage to turn his head, burying the ruined half of his face in the rough pillow to hide the way it twists grotesquely.