Yeah. You do. [end]

You can hear genuine concern, even a little fear in Summer's voice as she says she's not ready to commit to being your female alone, and she asks, almost begs you not to collar her. To your mind, if she wasn't ready to commit to a male, she shouldn't have invited him into her den and let him breed her. To your mind, by inviting you over when she was in heat, she'd done exactly that.

You bite down on her scruff, not enough to draw blood, but enough she knew you were serious, that this wasn't a prank or teasing. Your teeth holding her by her neck meant you weren't playing games. She begs you to stop, offers you her body for the week, offers to let you finish breeding her, but begs you not to collar her.

You don't give her an answer, only placing your paws on her hips, and without warning her, pull free from her. You know it won't be comfortable, but Summer is your female now, to do with as you wished, to breed as often as you wanted. Her mewl of pain tells you she's going to ovulate, that your seed will take root in her belly.

You let go of her scruff once you are free, and your cum is drooling from her pussy, her thighs a sticky mess. "You are mine Tabs, my female. I'll leave a note for your mother, but you are my mate now. Is that understood?" Her meek nod is enough. "Now go get a bag of stuff to spend the week, mate. I'm going to take you into my den and there you will become my mate, and bear my cubs. We're also going to pick out a collar for you, a symbol of my claim on you."