[She shouldn't feel so good about this. It shouldn't feel nice or satisfying or like what she's been waiting for all her life. Everything he's saying feels more important than her goals, her academic dreams, and any issue she might have had with anyone else in her life. Too much of her wants to live off of every idea he comes up with and she falls into it so easily.

But he'd be proud of her and why does that .... Why does it almost make her want to cry? And why doesn't that impact her scent in the least? This whole time her body has dutifully responded to his unconscious orders, the Alpha scent that kept her dripping like a river up against the wall. It's a weird moment, and she feeds right back into the submissiveness by focusing on her 'rewards'.]

I - I'll -- [She can barely breathe, all of this is pushing her closer to another brain breaking orgasm.] I'll do it, I can get tattoos or run a train, I don't care, if you'll -- if you want it I'll be the best pack whore ever!

[She's gripping his hair a little too hard but it's because she doesn't want to cum, she doesn't want it even when she does want it.]