Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

His ear jerked with surprise as jaws snapped next to it. He had not expected the change to be so sudden, so complete. Lasher was no more the soft spoken and tender lover, and Luke's breath caught in his throat teeth closed tightly around it. He had never felt more vulnerable than he did now, but also never as hot. His heart drummed so rapidly in his chest that he could still hear the blood rush in his ears over the sound of dark wolf's growling. His body lurched as he was yanked, and dark legs encircled his neck before he could make a move; not that there was a move to be made. The white wolf was thoroughly entranced by the raw, masculine power of his lover.

He was commanded down, with Lasher's weight pressing down on him. He bared his teeth, folded his ears back and and made only the quietest, deepest of rumbles as his chest was pushed to the ground. His hips remained suspended, and his tail curled between his legs, submitting to Lasher's dominance and hiding the appearance of his swelling arousal, concealing the drip of his wanting. His rumble grew in volume as snapped at a dark paw, seeking to provoke, but not harm.