The empath shivered under Isaac’s mouth. “That spot hasn’t changed,” he murmured. “Do that again and I’m not responsible for the consequences.”
“You do realise that that just encourages me, right?” Isaac laughed into his skin and pressed another kiss there, locking his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.
“We didn’t change the sheets yet,” he said reluctantly, head tipping back to bare more of his throat to the werewolf. But Isaac’s mouth against his skin overwhelmed his reservations, like usual, and he closed his eyes to whisper, “don’t stop.”