Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

Nature took its course, letting the rhythm of their bodies take over in a moment of carnal pleasure for no other reason than they could. If he knew about their companion watching in the brushes, he would have been all the more excited, shit, maybe he would have invited the little creep to join in on the fun. Abaddon didn't care after all, pleasure was pleasure and that's all that mattered in the end. 

Once it was all said and done, instead of living in the moment, letting them both drink up the smell of adultry and bathe in their sin - she spoke, and he frowned. Is that was this is? Your recruiting method? Pulling himself away from her body, a few steps back to eye her with heavy scrutiny. I have no interest in pledging myself to a pack, let alone work in creating one from the ground up. The young man's tone was unimpressed, annoyed by a woman who used her body to try and coax him into following her like a love-sick whelp. 

Come back after you have more followers. With this, he prepared to walk off and leave her be. Insulted, annoyed, at least he was able to get something out of it in the end.