Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

Her movements were quick which allowed her teeth to find his shoulder. She tore into him, but in a grazing way as the beast side-stepped. He knew the risk associated with this endeavor and silently the aggressor relished the sting of her teeth against his flesh. 

Blood and her heat sent him into more of a frenzy. Marcus contorted his body into a crescent moon shape as he once again befell her, wanting to overwhelm her with the sheer size of his body. Snarling with more aggression now, the ruddy loner meant to use the broad side of his bloody shoulder and chest to shove her into a nearby bush, in hopes she might lose her balance or become disoriented. 

If he could manage that, he could then attempt to control her again by taking her nape and leading her back into the clearing for a proper mount. Whether he would be gentle or not would fall to her. If she truly did not want it, he would let her go.