Matthias sighed out Sam’s name, hands roaming over every inch of skin he could comfortably touch while the wolf worked him open. Those kisses prompted him to let his head drop back, intentionally exposing his throat. Oh, he’s well aware of what that signals. It’s exactly the message Matthias wanted to convey: I’m yours.

Those teeth against his throat left the demon shuddering, whining for more than just that soft tease. Sam was holding back. Matthias’ brows furrowed slightly and he found his fingers pushing through Sam’s hair once more. Maybe more than that, trying to guide him a little?

“Do it,” he urged, curling his fingers tightly into Sam’s hair. “Let it out.” Oh, yes, he longed to see more of the wolf in Sam.