Summer exaggerated his expression even more, eyebrows rising and biting at his lip. “Yes?”
“You’re going to make me want to take you again and you have to be sore…I…oh, Summer…” He clenched his jaw and whimpered, lowering his head as the wolf took over and his claws elongated, scratching at the bed-sheets. “I can’t control it right now…”
“Isaac!” Summer reached out and grabbed his hands, heedless of the claws. “Shhh. Don’t do that.” He bit his tongue on the next thought — I will fight you if you force me, especially like this. Reaching up, he cupped Isaac’s cheek. “No more right now. I’ll stop teasing you. Anyway I’m hungry,” he offered a smile, “and I can’t eat you.”