Percival groans at the sight of his mate on display, wet and ready and waiting for him. He's beautiful, he is everything Percy wants. He shares that thinking as he moves closer. It takes nothing to get paws on the table and he growls as his cock, slick and hot, brushes against Essek's cunt. With a bit of help, the tapered head presses against his opening and the angle the table creates is perfect, making this easier far easier. And it probably doesn't hurt that Essek's taken him once already tonight.

Even if he wants to just bury himself, Percy tries to be careful. Every short, shallow thrust pushes him deeper. The wolf bows his head as he gets as deep as he can. Unless Essek gives him cause, he doesn't wait before he starts building a steadier rhythm.

I want everyone to know when we go back. I want them to know you are mine in every way. That I'm yours. I want you to smell like me.

Everyone knows that they are married and most of the castle knows they have consummated, but this is different. Now they have claimed each other, and in this first heat and every one after they will cement that bond.

His strokes get longer and now that he is inside his mate the urgency has diminished. He is where he belongs and he does not want to deny Essek pleasure by rushing.