He was grunting and gasping more than he thought would be possible and if he was in his right mind, he probably would have hated himself. There was nothing like that right now, not when his teeth barely missed sinking into the flesh of Sam's neck. He growled aggressively, but he couldn't overcome the strength of his alpha shoving his neck back.

Then he tasted blood and his arms locked around Sam's shoulders with bruising force, his legs tightening much the same so that he rose and fell with a harsh pace, rolling his hips with each of Wilson's thrusts up into him. His muscles strained to keep up, but he felt so good, so free, so bonded that nothing else mattered but the blood on his lips and the length pounding inside of him.

"Shut the fuck up and knot me, Wilson," he growled dangerously and purposefully shoved his body all the way down so the threat of a knot was inside of him. His sweaty skin allowed him to rub himself against his mate's chest, smearing his scent and showing teeth as he threatened towards Wilson's neck again.