Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

He became too much for her liking, and no longer was this enjoyable for her. He didn't mind it himself, but if she didn't want to be taken this way he would not push it farther. He backed off with a snap of his teeth as hers clasped mere inches from his face. Posed with legs slightly bent, waiting for her to come at him, Marcus didn't see the point in baring teeth or rumbling a warning. He was the one who had gone too far, and he would try to respect this as he shook off any lingering strings of desire that still tethered him to her.

"The chase is over, then." Marcus offered a half apologetic look, half annoyed. Annoyed at himself for toying with this young female and annoyed that he wasn't the type to just take what he wanted.