Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

The sounds he has always been able to evoke from Alarian have been one of his favorite things since the beginning of their relationship and each time he squirmed or moaned, it caused a tightening in Midar's stomach; it was almost enough to cause his control to slip from his grasp, making it incredibly difficult to stop himself from flipping his mate over and giving him what they both wanted. The need only grew when his name fell from his lover's mouth, the begging sound making it almost impossible for him to continue his teasing. Almost. The beast ran his muzzle through the fur on Alarian's chest, savoring the way his need changed his scent. Do you want me to stop? he asked devilishly, his voice surprisingly steady considering how close he actually was to losing control. He nipped his mate again, completely unable to stop himself.