It was all Akeem could do not to shift right then, instinct keeping him from doing that in the middle of sex. But the wolf was so strong then, nearly overpowering, and he focused on the way she felt around him instead. So soft, wet and warm, even through the latex, and he thrust into her hard, without holding back, chasing both of their pleasures higher. He would pay this so hard, but only the now mattered, and the now was composed of nothing but the feel and the scent of her, the sight and sound of her.