Hands roamed desperately over Peter’s body, one moving down to rub him lightly through his jeans. “Make me yours, please,” moaned loudly against his lips as his other hand dropped down to quickly unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders with ease. His body was craving Peter, it had been for months, and he was extra sensitive to his touch.
The pure arousal, the eagerness of Tristan’s movements, drove Peter mad with passion. He wanted this one, and it had been so long – too long – since he’d felt that way about anyone. Which made his attachment to Tristan that much deadlier. Calloused hands went directly to Tristan’s sides, nails raking just enough to leave faint marks along the skin. He moaned, sagging just slightly against Tristan. “Fuck, those look good.” he half growled, leaning in to bite and suck a dark bruise into Tristan’s neck. “You want to be mine? There’s some rules with that, if you’re serious.” he murmured, shimmying so that he could suckle a bruise over the younger man’s collarbone. “Gonna leave you covered in marks. No one will doubt that you’re mine.” he breathed, the growl never fully leaving his voice as his eyes shimmered between blue and red, wolf and human craving Tristan in an aching way. She moved gracefully onto the floor, hands running up Tristan’s thighs to rub over his cock. “I am going to take so much pleasure in making sure you’re wrecked for anyone but me.” he said, hands moving to unzip Tristan’s pants and tug at them, wanting them off.
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