[ There was a soft gasp that exhaled from Essek's lips, a sound that was for Bren's ears only as he immediately felt himself being drawn into those arms, his arm rested over the back of that shoulder, the leather bit of that leash wrapped around his knuckles as he instantly fell into that beat, sliding his leg between Bren's thighs as he cheated his head toward the side so that the other man could brush against neck and jaw.
The scratch of beard unleashed something primal in him, and those marks made his skin lightly tingle with the pressure. Together as they danced, he felt Bren send the message to all the wolves down below that he was his; it was unavoidable and he understood the communications that happened just underneath the surface.
But Essek desired sending his own message and so after he had been suitable marked, his fingers lightly pressed underneath Bren's jaw and then upward before his own lips hunted and he scrapped against the sweet quivering pulse there, and then his tongue lapped-- feeling the throb, and he sucked and nibbled but did not bite. Such a message being sent as he tucked even closer into his werewolf, surrounded by the scent of his mate.
If he bit down on that neck, it would send a definite message to the wolves down below that their union was one of sex and power, and it was an equal and dark thing-- and that if they knew what was best, that they either backed their side or none at all. ]
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The scratch of beard unleashed something primal in him, and those marks made his skin lightly tingle with the pressure. Together as they danced, he felt Bren send the message to all the wolves down below that he was his; it was unavoidable and he understood the communications that happened just underneath the surface.
But Essek desired sending his own message and so after he had been suitable marked, his fingers lightly pressed underneath Bren's jaw and then upward before his own lips hunted and he scrapped against the sweet quivering pulse there, and then his tongue lapped-- feeling the throb, and he sucked and nibbled but did not bite. Such a message being sent as he tucked even closer into his werewolf, surrounded by the scent of his mate.
If he bit down on that neck, it would send a definite message to the wolves down below that their union was one of sex and power, and it was an equal and dark thing-- and that if they knew what was best, that they either backed their side or none at all. ]