Wolves are monogamous. Most of the time, they tend to stick with one mate their whole lives, and Ryett heavily adheres to this principle. Hence, the female underneath better not leave his side or think of ever abandoning him.
Once he brands his claim, she will belong to him—never allowed to be touched by another man, never allowed to be wrapped in another man's scent.
Even with a lot of possessive thoughts in Ryett's mind, the movement of his hips didn't slow down and was only becoming faster. His mouth, which was resting on her lips, kept releasing rhythmic grunts, harmonizing with the blush-inducing sounds she was making. Both their breaths mixed into a puff of hot air.
It was as if an orchestra were performing inside the room. The sound of slapping flesh, the creaky noise of bed, and the beats of their hearts blended into one exhilarating song.