"I don't know how compatible the wolf is," he admits. And there's no real way to find out now, not if he's going to spend the rest of Essek's heat with him. There will be not telling exactly when it happens, after all, beyond the general window of his heat. It doesn't really matter, though, beyond an academic curiosity.

"Darling, I think you would resort to violence if I stopped trying before the end of this." A smirk tugs at his mouth and he kisses Essek again, enamored with the taste of him, the feel of him in his arms. A more wicked part of him does wonder how long it would take Essek to lose his patience if Percival decided that they were both finished, that they didn't need to keep trying or indulging his omega's very apparent needs.