Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
“You, I need you,” she gasped against his mouth, in between wet, sloppy kisses that spilled over onto his cheeks and across his dimples. She pressed against him, hips grinding, and bit her lip against a whimper. How could he stand this? It felt like her whole body was on fire, like everywhere he touched a bolt of lightning jolted from her skin to her entrance.
“M-me,” he echoed helplessly and spread his legs a little wider, allowing him a better angle to rock down against her, but yet, the friction wasn’t enough. This was dirty and erotic and downright animal-like, and he loved it — his wolf side was taking over, demanding that he mark and claim her as his own, and whilst he didn’t shift, his eyes flashed golden and a low growl escaped him. “C-can…can I touch you?”
Summer growled. “If you don’t I’m going to cry oh my god.” She scratched at him, mindlessly trying to pull him closer, even though they couldn’t /get/ any closer. She wanted to claim him, show the world that he was /hers/ and not for anyone else, and the tiny bit of her brain not overwhelmed by hormones observed that she must be picking that up off him, because normally she wasn’t quite that possessive or jealous.