He threw himself into the kiss with more teeth than lips, breaking up the previous cut and finding himself tasting blood again. It thrilled him even as they moved together, and he kissed roughly between each word of utterance from Sam, hissing soft sounds of approval. That kind of dedication heated his core, he a man who knew the value and strength of dedication against all adversity.

Right now, it was impossible to consider any kind of separation. Hell, the sheer notion of climbing off of Sam to even have a piss was against every grain right now. It was the bond, throbbing and raw and strong between them, drowning the part of him that wasn't saturated with the heat of his body that wanted nothing more than his alpha. "You try to leave," he said between bites at Sam's lips, "and I'll kill you."

He shuddered at each grab to his ass, each slam, each moan. Already, he was finding himself getting aroused again, flying high on need, so in his prime that it was painful to resist doing anything but screwing his bond on the floor.

He made a snarling cry of disapproval when Sam suddenly left him, leaving an unfulfilled ache and a looseness that was offensive. The only reason he didn't fight was that he was suddenly tipping and rolling to the flat of his back, a position that momentarily froze him as he bared his neck. His fingers still clawed at his bond as if to encourage their union again, not caring about the marks left. "Goddamn hurry up... are you always so slow?"

However, regardless of his protests, he stayed still and made no move to take the top position back yet. He instead hungrily watched Wilson.