Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

He thought his coat might erupt into flame, such was the intensity of his desire, how hot he burned for the man who dominated him, for the control Lasher had taken. His curiosity had not been misplaced. Each interlude before had been slow and gentle. He had lead but never possessed in the way the dark male possessed him now. It was a feral, powerful thing, and he was lost to it. He knew even now this would not, could not be the last time he engaged in this way.

Lasher teased him. He trembled with a steep rise in his wanting, and where he once growled he now whined, begged. He felt his lover's legs close about his waist, and heard his own name hissed with passion. He arched against him with held breath, expecting to taken, claimed. He felt the close press of Lasher against him, but no more. His lover waited, and Luke - with desperate need - half growled and half whined as he rocked back against him. "Lasher," he said shakily with the breath he had held. "I'm yours."