Good... [Bren murmured quietly. He liked the idea of it, of being Essek's favorite taste, of being something special to him because of their connection. He was a werewolf, and his blood would regenerate so much quicker than it would have when he had been only human, he would nearly always be ready for those teeth in his neck, that moment of unbridled ecstasy at the connection between them.
His neck arched at the touch, nothing but invitation, ever invitation for his soulmate. He met Essek's gaze, even as his lips parted around a soft moan at the words.]
Ah... yes, I want that. I want that very much.
[He was ready to beg for it, to drop to his knees here and now and plead for Essek to make him come, to take his blood, to take him.]
Will you let me be the next? [And then lower, little more than a growl.] The only?
no subject
His neck arched at the touch, nothing but invitation, ever invitation for his soulmate. He met Essek's gaze, even as his lips parted around a soft moan at the words.]
Ah... yes, I want that. I want that very much.
[He was ready to beg for it, to drop to his knees here and now and plead for Essek to make him come, to take his blood, to take him.]
Will you let me be the next? [And then lower, little more than a growl.] The only?