He pulled back every time it seemed like Rumlow might slide too far because above anything else that was not allowed. Rumlow needed to stay right there. They needed to stay just like this together and he wouldn't take anything less.

Only more.

Only his mate tipping his head in clear invitation for at least the third time now, voice harsh in his beckoning with the same need that sang through the bond and kicked the roughness in his

If he didn't that'd leave all of this unfinished. Someone else could mark him, take him though he knew his mate would likely kill anyone who tried. He could lose him and the overwhelming grasp of instinct latched on his mind so much like teeth on its own couldn't stomach the idea.

Sam lifted his mouth away from Rumlow's shoulder, raw and red and clearly claimed there. He shoved his face into his mate's neck, groaning harsh and open those something in the back of his clamored to get him to stop.

More of him gathered at how right it felt. Breeding his mate, giving everything that the ruthless demand of his heat impressed on them. Sam felt that missing part of the bond as well, like claws digging out something hollow and cold against the other warmth.

He buried himself once more, mouth opening over the slightly swollen fragrance of his scent glands.

And he bit.