Mine. It's a sharp, singular word and an accompanying growl fills Percy's chest. He's had possessive feelings over Essek before, ones he could acknowledge as an alpha with genuine love and affection for his omega. But this is magnified. If he were to go into a full rut, he would pity anyone who got too close.

As it is, he has his husband in his den, a place hidden and away from everyone, everything. Maybe it's right that this happens here the first time, as he claim Essek in the most primal way.

He can feel the way Essek arches, the way he makes sure that his throat is exposed. Percy can't manage to articulate more than that, too swept up in feeling and instinct and need. The thickening knot near the base of his cock becomes more apparent and he closes his jaws over Essek's shoulder. He doesn't bite so much as hold onto him, impressively gentle despite everything else.

The arm around Essek's hip tenses more as the wolf slows down, more careful as he pushes his knot into his mate's perfect cunt. It isn't full yet, but he wants to make sure that it's in before it is.

Once Percival is quite satisfied that he's as deep as he can get, he starts moving again. There are no long thrusts now, just short, hard ones that make the knot stroke against stretched walls just inside Essek's opening as he starts to come. His teeth dig gently against Essek's skin, but they never do more than pinch. It's an urge he cannot ignore, but he's still careful.

He feels caught in a delirious momentum, dizzied by the urgent drive to breed. Something like a groan reverberates through him as the knot swells a little more, ensuring they are locked together. He slows to a grind, panting hard as he holds onto Essek as tightly as he dares as he fills him.