Nothing about this is slow or romantic. This is fucking, rough and wild and uninhibited against a wall, in a hallway, where everyone and anyone, including the cameras, can see them. It's not how Alcide, in his right mind, would have gone about this. And it's not how Buffy, in her right mind, would have allowed it to happen. But here they are and in the state of mind they're in, it's perfect. It's animalistic in nature. It's just what Alcide wants and needs.

The wall for leverage at her back, Alcide's large hands grip her hips to hold her up. There will probably be bruises on her hips as well as scratch marks. He can already taste blood from her bites at his lips and he knows he's given her lips the same treatment. Now he just growls, grunts, and thrusts again and again, fucking her against the wall in the most brazen of ways.

Everything inside is tight. The wolf, or his perception of the wolf, is like a wolf in a hen house. "Aw fuck... You're so fuckin' hot, Buffy." He grinds the curse out as he picks up speed, pushes harder, faster, just... more.