“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.”
He shivered against the other male and plastered his chest to his back, one hand inching its way down Summer’s abdomen as the other absently played with his hair. “Mine,” he breathed out just as he sank his teeth into his boyfriend’s neck, sucking a light bruise into the pale flesh.
Being bitten made him buck, coupled with a sharp moan. After only a few hours it was no longer so strange to feel the blood rushing southward. He dragged his eyes open to watch in the mirror as Isaac worked his skin over, shivering slightly at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, gaze shifting to his cock, rising and lengthening under the werewolf’s ministrations. That still brought flashbacks to the magic, phantom hands shaping a wholly new part of his body with intense pleasure.