Luneshale Pass Benim.

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Samirseti’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest, vibrating through the warm air between them as his golden eyes bore into Arslan’s with an intensity that could burn. The grin on the smaller male’s face only stoked the fire in him further, a thrill coursing through his veins at the boldness of the little lion pinned beneath him.

“A bitch in heat?” Samir murmured, his voice dripping with sultry amusement. “Oh, Nefer, you have no idea what you do to me.” His paw pressed more firmly against Arslan’s chest, his claws just grazing the fur without breaking the skin.

He leaned in closer, his muzzle grazing along Arslan’s jaw with deliberate slowness, his teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive spot just below his ear. Samir’s paw slid down Arslan’s chest, his weight shifting as he pressed their bodies together, his golden-black frame dominating the smaller wolf.

His voice dipped lower, richer, as he let his tongue swipe along the edge of Arslan’s muzzle. “I am yours, so long as you never mistake me for your equal. You belong to me, Nefer, completely, utterly, and irrevocably.” his murmur was heated upon fur, sickly sweet with desire. Samir shifted slightly, his paw tracing back up to Arslan’s throat, where his claws lightly grazed the skin, teasing but never harsh. “Say it,” he purred, his tone molten.

“Say you are mine. Say it with your body, with your voice, with every part of you. Let me hear it, little lion, because I won’t stop until I’ve claimed every inch of you.”