“Your smell is driving me crazy.” Wolfgang's lips barely grazed Skylark’s ear. “Control it.” He warned with a sadistic, almost senual growl. 

Skylark shook his dizzy head very carefully as to not cause himself vertigo. "I don't know how." He was considered an alpha among his fellow coyotes. Only omegas could smell an alpha's sexual pheromones. Coyotes weren't like wolves; they could not shut their pheromones on and off like a lightswitch like wolves could; it was inate. They had a will of their own. Wolfgang should not be able to smell his pheromones. Not just because he's a coyote, but specifically because he's not an omega. His body seemed to think otherwise when he was around this stupid wolf.

Wolfgang scoffed and buried his face into Skylark's neck before he took a deep breath in.

"D-don't." Skylark whined in response. If his smell was already driving him crazy, that would only make it worse, the wild bastard. What was he thinking? "What are you?" Skylark's words were cut off by Wolfgang's tongue hungrily trailing along his neck as though he were licking a popsicle. Skylark gasped as he grabbed onto Wolfgang's solid forearms. "I thought if you ever returned I would be able to control myself." He whispered with heavy breaths. His teeth grazed the coyote's skin aggressively. "But I don't want to." His voice deepened; he was looming over Skylark like a wolf that has cornered it's prey.  Skylark croaked out heavily as a weird sound he had never heard himself make before in his life erupted from his throat as Wolfgang sank his teeth into the flesh of his neck.

"W-what are you doing?" He struggled as his eyes widened, trapped in Wolfgang's unbreakable embrace. There was only one reason a wolf bit something in a nonlethal manner. It was a ritual among wolves. "You can't!" Skylark yelped as Wolfgang's teeth prenetareted his skin, lightly but enough to bleed. He was being marked. It was almost blindly painful. They were two different species. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was against nature. If he was a wolf, it would have been exhilarating and arousing, but this was close to torture. He could hear and feel his own heart beating in his throat as Wolfgang practically devoured him. Tears streamed from his eyes as wolfgang pulled away. Eyes darker than the deepest depths of the ocean. Waves of pain crashed over Skylark's body as the wolf watched the blood drip down his neck. Admiring his work. His mark. The mark that said, "I own you." A grin of satisfaction spread across his lips.

"Why?" Skylark sputtered.

"Because I can." Wolfgang wiped the blood from his lips with his hand before he stared at it. A moment passed as Skylark made eye contact with Wolfgang. The alpha slowly licked the blood from his hand as he maintained his intense gaze. Skylark knew in this moment that this was a powerplay. The mark. This was pure dominance. As always, Skylark had immediately been overpowered by the wolf. His legs were trembling with a desire deep within that was primal and savage. The bite in his neck was throbbing with the force of an earthquake, sending small quakes throughout his nerve endings. It was creating a monster within him. A need. But how? It was only meant for wolves. Somehow, some part of the bite was working; his body was telling him that he needed Wolfgang. He needed him in the worst way. The longer Skylark stared at Wolfgang, the more he resembled every coyote's worst fear. The warmth he once had gone cold long ago, or maybe it was never there to begin with. He grew up being taught stories about how dangerous wolves are. How Little Red was tricked by the Beast. He should have paid more attention. He took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out through his mouth as he managed to get himself to his feet. His hands were trembling. His fingers were twitching. "Let me out," he demanded.

Wolfgang motioned towards the door carelessly.

Skylark swallowed as he fumbled with the rest of the locks, taking far too long for his liking to open the door.

“The more you struggle and run away, the more a wolf gets excited, don’t you know that?” Wolfgang's voice held something within it that Skylark could not place, but he did not reply as he promptly and swiftly made his exit. His body was screaming at him to turn back around and remain within the wolf's presence.