"Fuck no." As if he'd think of stopping. Alcide isn't in a mental space where there's a stop sign, much less a yield sign. He's uninhibited. If he could actually shift, he might be a danger to people as many wolves in his world can be out of their own stupidity. This moment is as raw as he can possibly get without his ability to shift. There is no stopping.

His breath catches in his throat as he fucks her hard against the wall. As if he needed more, the sounds she makes reach inside him, adding an extra layer to the overwhelming, unhindered pleasure he's feeling. It's wildness at it's most base definition and Alcide revels in it. So rarely in his life has he allowed this of himself, so rarely that he can't even could all the fingers of one hand in remembrance of those times. Maybe once or twice.

Everything is tight, his inside, his outsides, the way her legs wrap around him, the way certain muscles clench and release around him. He can't hold back anymore. His movements become erratic and he cants his head back as he feels all of that tight coil release. "Fuckin' hell..." He growls. Damn near perfect if not for that place in the far away parts of his mind, thoughts that he's not listening to right now.