"I would let you claim me," he says, licking his lips. As the great wolf over him shifts, Essek considers a moment before redirecting the tip of his cock the short distance between his jaw to his mouth. His soft lips smear over the wet head and his tongue licks over the slit. The taste is salty and thick, and his head feels light with the thrill of pleasure it brings him.
"I would let you leave marks all over my body," he murmurs, chin tilting to trail open-mouthed kisses as far as he can reach along the hot, throbbing red shaft his hand is holding steady. "Breed me until I could do nothing but beg for your knot. I've wanted it, Percival, and I know you have wanted to give it to me. Every time we played with that toy of yours you fucked me into the bed after like a man with only one thing on his mind. Of course I knew what you were thinking about."
If Percival could look beneath him now he would see the flash of Essek's eyes in the shadow cast over him by his body, the way his pink tongue flattens and licks a smooth line back up to the tapered head, the way his full dark lips open to let it slide inside. He sucks only on enough to comfortably fill his mouth, but even that much is heady enough to make him moan.
A hand slips back between his legs to rub urgently at his own cock, and the other is steady in pumping Percival's. He had more to say, he thought, but his alpha's taste on his tongue is so distracting.
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"I would let you leave marks all over my body," he murmurs, chin tilting to trail open-mouthed kisses as far as he can reach along the hot, throbbing red shaft his hand is holding steady. "Breed me until I could do nothing but beg for your knot. I've wanted it, Percival, and I know you have wanted to give it to me. Every time we played with that toy of yours you fucked me into the bed after like a man with only one thing on his mind. Of course I knew what you were thinking about."
If Percival could look beneath him now he would see the flash of Essek's eyes in the shadow cast over him by his body, the way his pink tongue flattens and licks a smooth line back up to the tapered head, the way his full dark lips open to let it slide inside. He sucks only on enough to comfortably fill his mouth, but even that much is heady enough to make him moan.
A hand slips back between his legs to rub urgently at his own cock, and the other is steady in pumping Percival's. He had more to say, he thought, but his alpha's taste on his tongue is so distracting.