Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

His heart hammered in his breast. It was taken by desire, its rhythm outpacing what was required to fuel his limbs as he ran. Luke goaded his lover, and his lover was compelled to catch him then, to seize him around the waist, his teeth reaching forward to catch the white wolf's nape. The hollow's beta was immobilized not only by the strength of Lasher, but by his want of him, his need to be claimed by the dark wolf. In his throat rumbled a lustful growl, and once more he looked back, demanding, pleading.

Threw up some m tags to lure readers caution readers :P