Every time Riley's head tipped back and that slender neck of his came into view, Kael had to fight the primal urge to lean in and claim. To press his mouth to that warm, inviting skin. To drag his tongue along the curve of his throat and leave behind proof of possession.
He wanted to be the reason Riley's breath kept catching like that.
He wanted to be the beginning and end of every trembling moan slipping past those parted lips.
Was this what they meant by mating for pleasure?
Because the feeling blooming in his chest was not about when and where to plant his seed. Or about searching for a particular scent to trigger arousal.
It was something else. And he didn't think he even needed his other senses to tell him how aroused he already was.
Kael tried to take everything in, but he didn't know where to focus.
