The pull of the knot set all his nerves on fire, and it was a good thing that he was settled on Wilson or he might have ended up squirming and mewling pathetically. Instead, he bared his teeth in much the same threat, his shoulder twitching from the bite that had blood oozing lazily down his skin. He was completely and utterly unbothered by it or the blood coating is lips and part of his chin.
He ground his hips down, issuing his own choking-sound as the knot burrowed deeper, locking them so there was little available movement for them. The warmth was still lazily spreading in his belly, which seemed to clench in response, and the bite of blunt nails on his hips earned a soft groan.
He turned his head, able to sight himself in the two-way mirror from his current position, and he stretched and arched his back erotically. "I can see just fine," he intoned breathlessly before reaching up to touch the bite on his shoulder, curling a lip at his mate. "You fucking missed."
Yet any particular protest to getting a potential scar and not a full on bond mark was lost as he shuddered and wriggled at the pinching to his nipples. They were far, far too sensitive. He returned the favour at the same time he rolled and ground his hips, riding minimally on his mate.
"Eat it up, Wilson. We were made to do this." Which might have bothered him if he wasn't on cloud-nine of hormones and sex and getting bred right now.
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He ground his hips down, issuing his own choking-sound as the knot burrowed deeper, locking them so there was little available movement for them. The warmth was still lazily spreading in his belly, which seemed to clench in response, and the bite of blunt nails on his hips earned a soft groan.
He turned his head, able to sight himself in the two-way mirror from his current position, and he stretched and arched his back erotically. "I can see just fine," he intoned breathlessly before reaching up to touch the bite on his shoulder, curling a lip at his mate. "You fucking missed."
Yet any particular protest to getting a potential scar and not a full on bond mark was lost as he shuddered and wriggled at the pinching to his nipples. They were far, far too sensitive. He returned the favour at the same time he rolled and ground his hips, riding minimally on his mate.
"Eat it up, Wilson. We were made to do this." Which might have bothered him if he wasn't on cloud-nine of hormones and sex and getting bred right now.