Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
The licking tickled, and she giggled wearily. “You licked it, it’s yours?” she whispered.
“M-mine,” he stated hoarsely and nibbled on her neck, before continuing to lick and inhale her scent. “My Summer.”
“Yes,” she said with relish, pleased by the claiming. Into his hair she murmured, “Can other wolves smell me on you? And you on me?”