[ The edge of possession was not lost on Essek Thelyss, the very low growl was caught by his ears and he found himself shivering at the thought of Bren being possessive of him; it caused a thick warmth to pool ever downward and thus hardening him even further then he had already been. He remembered how Caleb had reacted when others had hit on him, a arm around a shoulder, a nuzzle to let the watcher know he was taken.

Nothing could precisely replicate the way that had made him feel, as if he was a treasure to be coveted; even if the only one he had ever wanted to open his coffers had been Widogast. It was nice to be admired; however, Bren's voice all breathy and deadly serious made him slow down in the dance until he was standing there in the circle of Bren's arms.

The undertone was feral and primal, it was a new nuance that he could not quite place ]

I am just as possessive as well, Chathiu.. [ his fingers took Bren's chin between them, the scruff dancing over his thumb as he searched those eyes, pressing himself closer ] Once I take you to bed, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.. and I will kill anyone who tries to touch you.

[ He said this so calmly but there was such deadly promise behind it ]