This is the first time he’s felt…whole. The pleasure he gets from the others body; not just the way he grips him or arches against him, but the sounds he makes and the way he tastes.

The whimper just fans the heat building in his belly, the inner wolf growing to keep what belongs to it close. His hips roll until it’s almost too painful to do so. Sawyers body is clenching in all the best ways and he lets go of the others neck to pant against his skin instead.

“Mine….”