Didn't want to hurt you, he insists, though now that excuse seems unreasonable. Essek is in heat and he's Percival's omega, there is no reason to leave him like this. Ever. And now that this introduction is out of the way and Essek has decided he still wants him, that will be easier to manage should the moon coincide again.

The sound of his whimper and the heavy taste of him on his tongue makes Percy shift restlessly, but he does not shift his focus. His eyes nearly close as he laps obediently at his husband's slick cunt and a low, approving growl rumbles in him as his strong, flexible tongue pushes into him to taste him deeper. He tries to find a rhythm like that. He doesn't have quite so much finesse like this, but the enthusiasm is no less.

You have me now. I am yours and you are mine.

Even twice Essek's size and physically powerful enough to do a lot of damage, Percy is still in his husband's thrall. Even as an alpha fully prepared to take control and breed his mate until neither of them can move, he is still enamored.

His tongue pushes deep and the wolf opens his jaws more to make that easier. His claws prick again against Essek's skin, not enough to leave any marks but a clear warning as his husband squirms. He can try to get closer if he wants, but Percival absolutely will not let him pull away. His tongue slides out to sweep over Essek's cock and on the next swipe it pushes in again, far more interested in the source of that taste.

You are so good, Essek. So good to come to me.