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[The moment that questing touch found that particular little spot, Bren nearly arched straight off the bed. His toes did indeed curl into the blankets, and his voice escaped in a low whine. The stimulation so shortly on the heels of his orgasm was sharp, near painful, but his cock stirred in response. He was a werewolf, after all, and that gave him at least some edge on a regular human.

But he still had no defense against Essek Thelyss, that touch, those eyes watching him. He panted softly, reaching a hand out towards the other man, just the tips of his fingers brushing along that cheek, settling more firmly as Essek rested against him.]

I want you inside me, want you to fill me up...

[Fingers move through Essek's hair as he turned his head to the side.] I want you to make love to me.

[More than just fucking, he wanted this to be something.]