Salted [m]

I totes wanted him to react very poorly to this lol, buuuuut that would screw so much up because I'm so behind :( SO HERE HAVE A SEDATE RESPONSE INSTEAD

She was in his grimy, creepy clutches now. He would have her. He would finally have a wolf he coveted. Prized, even. "Wait," she was coming to, but triumphant music had begun playing in the back of his head—something likened to Rocky and Harry Potter—and his grip only tightened possessively around her hips, pulling her into the first few thrusts as he sought satisfying purchase into the sour female's surprisingly sweet sex.

Suddenly she was yanking away from his grasp, frustrating his bucking hips as he felt nothing but cold, clean air between them. Haunter snarled, prepared to use his strength and force her to take this d copulate, but her verbal command killed all fight he had in him to attempt rape. It wasn't in Haunter's nature anyway. He had avoided sex all but twice in his entire life, and both times he had been a sort of victim of circumstance rather than sharing bodies in love or any meaningful bond. This time was no different...

He grudgingly dismounted, his spine and hackles raised as testosterone bid him to finish his job. He didn't look at Jinx. There was an echoing hurt in his chest that he didn't know how to deal with. He'd faced rejection before, but never had he been so ready to receive something, only for it to be literally snatched away from him at the last possible moment. He hated himself for being excited, for thinking any of this was real. Haunter felt too foolish to look at the pale queen again, and he remembered why he should hate white wolves.

The anger inside him reached a crescendo, and he knew that if he stayed a second longer that he would violently fight Jinx because of this... frustration. No longer a lone wolf and unwilling to jeopardize his new found position, the black dog turned and ran with the stiff-legged determination of an angry being removing themselves from a conflicting situation.