Emmerson could feel that inner conflict, and it was delicious. His lips parted, and he sunk his teeth into the warm flesh of Basil's shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark and even draw a tiny bit of blood. The taste spurred his wolf on, and he groaned then growled as he fucked his hips even harder. He kept his hand against Basil's neck, tipping the boy's head back as his other hand moved to ghost down along the boy's thigh. He squeezed against it as his tongue ran over the marks he'd made from his bite, the taste of Basil's blood causing his wolf to ignite even more between them, calling Basil's up.
"Basil, fuck," Emmy managed to get out, his voice rough.
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