Fated In Fang And Fur
He nipped gently, not enough to break skin, but enough to make the wolf whimper.
“No,” Finn admitted breathlessly. His hands roamed over Soren’s chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath the fine fabric. “Never… not with anyone.”
Soren made an approving sound and kissed him harder, tongue exploring his mouth while his hand slipped between them, palming Finn through his trousers. The young wolf bucked into the touch with a broken moan, overwhelmed by the new sensations. Everything felt too much and not enough at the same time. The bond between their kings might have brought them here, but right now, in this quiet corner of the woods, it was just the two of them—enemy and enemy, wolf and vampi