[ For a moment there was a bit of shock that Bren could manage a dose of levity, and then it sank in and he chuckled softly, even as he started to ease Bren onto his back and in a position where Essek could easily curl around the werewolf and lavish love on him.

Once his mate was in the appropriate place, he looped and knotted the rope around wrists. ] I promise you, when I tie you up.. I will use silk scarves. Unfortunately this is only utilitarian and I am afraid I will have to kiss much life into your wrists come the descent of the moon.

[ His lover deserved to be tied up yes, but he wanted there to be pleasure there, wanted to undo the werewolf; perhaps in the next week when Bren would be at his most submissive, all pliant and eager to please him. ] I promise you, there is not a should involved-- but rather, a will.