Silver Creek A rose, beautiful and thorny

actually, it didn't depend. grayson knew what he wanted the women of his pack to do-- it was very simple. but he let her run with whatever she was saying, she had his full attention and he wouldn't dare interrupt her. her own golden gaze flickered to his, a daring act coming from a woman, but he let it happen, intent on hearing her out fully. 

she was perfect. oh, grayson couldn't believe his luck. a beautiful woman, a trophy he would hold on his shoulder, wandered so helplessly into his arms. she was soft-spoken, light-coated, and kind. but, most importantly, she was submissive. she would give herself to him here and now to prove her loyalty to him. grayson knew it, and he'd take from her what she so willingly offered. later, he would of course condemn her for having such loose morals-- women were so easily fallen to lust, such sluts-- but now, it tied too easily into his own desire. grayson drank in her words and gave a gentle chuff of amusement. 

she'd moved closer, just close enough to whisper to sweetly to him. a secret meant for him and him only. "the season for pups is coming soon," came his reply, and then he so darlingly moved to pull his teeth so gently through the fur along her check, just to press his nose to the base of her ear. he almost spoke again, but he waited first to see what she'd say to his boldness.