Summer whined, twisting his wrists gently in Isaac’s hold, but there was no way he was going to break a werewolf’s grip — especially not when that werewolf was making love to him. After a moment and a vague growl, though, he submitted to Isaac’s control, relaxing into the sensations.
Biting down gently on the back of Summer’s neck, Isaac sped up his movement until the bed was shaking with each thrust, his hands tightening around the boy’s wrists as he snapped his hips into his body. “S’good, so good…”
Summer whimpered back, “Mhmm.” It felt a little strange — they’d never really experimented with submissiveness or control like this, but very quickly he found himself melting under the hard thrusts, body accommodating more and more. Entirely involuntary moans and whimpers escaped, no matter how hard he bit his lips.
“Please pleasepleaseplease … ” The empath broke off in a wail as climax exploded up his spine.