“Aden…God…” He lifted his hips slightly, maybe just an inch, but didn’t otherwise move.
Aden’s weight settled more heavily against him, forcing him back to the earth. His long legs settled over Darren’s arms, and when another growl came, Darren squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t know how much of this he could take.
The third growl wasn’t as deep as its predecessors, and the pressure against his neck shortened and eased. The fangs pinning him down smoothed, replaced by Aden’s blunter teeth, and the paws resting over his hands elongated to familiar fingers.
“I win,” Aden murmured against his skin.
Darren sighed. “Yes. Yes, you do. What’s your prize?”
“You, of course.” He licked over the sore points his canines had left. “Though it means getting back to the house.”
Darren moaned softly.
