[Bren agreed, a throaty but undeniably pleased growl. The wolf in him thrilled in the speaking of it, in hearing it on Essek's lips, in that sweet, silken voice. I belong to you. And with an irrevocable certainty, Bren could feel it echo in his heart. He belonged to Essek. He had always belonged to Essek, and he always would.
His hands dropped to settle at Essek's waist, sliding down to his hips. His teeth still worried against that spot, not hard enough to break the skin, but certainly with the intent to leave Essek marked by his presence. But it went beyond that. The taste of the drowpire's skin was intoxicating, a perfect drug that Bren would gladly be addicted to for the rest of his days.
A shiver tore through him at that request -- or was it a command? -- bursting from his heart, racing the course of each inch of his veins and pooling as a low, throbbing heat in his prick.]
Yes... gods yes. I want to claim you as mine.
[Hands slid down his thighs, pressing into flesh, urging that skirt up once more. He lifted his head up look at him, eyes wide, pupils blown.]
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[Bren agreed, a throaty but undeniably pleased growl. The wolf in him thrilled in the speaking of it, in hearing it on Essek's lips, in that sweet, silken voice. I belong to you. And with an irrevocable certainty, Bren could feel it echo in his heart. He belonged to Essek. He had always belonged to Essek, and he always would.
His hands dropped to settle at Essek's waist, sliding down to his hips. His teeth still worried against that spot, not hard enough to break the skin, but certainly with the intent to leave Essek marked by his presence. But it went beyond that. The taste of the drowpire's skin was intoxicating, a perfect drug that Bren would gladly be addicted to for the rest of his days.
A shiver tore through him at that request -- or was it a command? -- bursting from his heart, racing the course of each inch of his veins and pooling as a low, throbbing heat in his prick.]
Yes... gods yes. I want to claim you as mine.
[Hands slid down his thighs, pressing into flesh, urging that skirt up once more. He lifted his head up look at him, eyes wide, pupils blown.]