Porcupine Ridge carrie [m]

His submission toward Vuk was only natural in spite of his position as beta of the pack. The hierarchy was a fluid thing, not rigid, and most males showed subservience toward a mature, receptive female in hopes she would select him. It was her decision, after all. Beyond alpha control, Vuk alone could determine whether or not he was able to couple with her via her stance and willingness to allow him more than the mount, so he gladly licked his lips, swung his tail, and acted the part of a subordinate wolf.

He knew even without understanding words that he had been too rough with his first attempt, so he was surprised that Vuk presented herself to him. He had expected her to have found him purely by chance and to dissuade his advances. He assumed Taggarik had already mated her, but that didn't stop him when her ripe scent hit his nose. Tail waving, he none-too-decently pressed his nose to the spot beneath her tail, lapped it once or twice to ascertain that she was indeed still receptive, and then reared to encircle her waist.

He pulled himself forward on her back. Nature took over before he even closed the gap and he thrusted, searching for what they both seemingly wanted, even as he dragged his tongue soothingly over the fur of her middle back. When he found it at last, he brought his pelvis flush with her and snarled soundlessly at the sensation, and from there he was lost to instinct, hips rocking with a natural rhythm as he whined and panted gently.