Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

The sentence Merrick speaks out says more to the silver eyes wolf than anything. Of course besides the temping body that the coy pushes his way. The male underneath him encourages him with the slightest wiggle of his hips and the most tempting voice he’s probably ever heard. It drawls him in even more, he can’t stop himself.

Groaning with a certain animalistic need dee within his chest Uly snares the tip of a ruined ear. His tongue smooths over the appendage afterwards, running it down his jawline as well. His hind legs brace themselves as his muscular arms wrap around that tempting waist of his. Minutes later he hits his mark and they’re thrown into a fit of pleasure that Uly hardly ever would have known existed if it weren’t for the coy below him. They move in unisons their breath is heated, their bodies warmed up to the core Uly pleasures the young coy with all he’s got. Making sure to give him what he deserves, Uly rolls against the other on the throws of passion. A type of passion Uly almost would have hoped would never end.