“W-want to what?” Summer tried to control his voice, but he was increasingly convinced that there had been some kind of other element to whatever spell or curse he’d triggered to get himself into this situation. There’s no way guys are just this horny — regardless of how breathtakingly sexy Isaac is.
He reached out and took the werewolf’s hand, drawing it to his mouth and kissing the knuckles.
“Oh…I think you broke me,” he commented, looking utterly delighted at the very prospect as he staggered across the bedroom to approach his boyfriend, eyeing him with a cocky little smirk. He could see the emotions playing across the other male’s face, and he caressed his face, fingers twitching at the impromptu kiss. “I love you.”
The empath just rolled his eyes with a fond smile, turning Isaac’s hand over and kissing the palm as well. “You’re a werewolf,” he murmured, eyes dancing. “You’ll heal.” He cracked the bedroom door and glanced out, making sure there was no one there, and dragged the werewolf across the hall.