He's heady from the lack of blood left in the upper half of him. Sweeney fights to keep focus, knowing what he should be doing and trying to care enough to make it happen.

It's so hard, so counterintuitive, to pull his hand from her hip. He musters what will he can to shove it into the grass. Sweeney slides off of her, immediately hating himself for the cool air of her absence, but he's already yanking at her as he rolls onto his back, trying to get her up on him.

He had claimed; it's time for him to give. To show her she's Alpha, earned and honored. Sweeney knows she likes being on top, and he's prepared to yield that control to her want.