Noah's POV
It's just dirty talk, of course. Rough language used by a Beta to his unruly omega.
"I'm going to ruin you."
"I'm going to fuck you until you forget every name but mine."
"Spread your legs for me, darling. Let's see how soaked you are."
All things said when a wolf is horny and ready to breed. All things that turn me all the way on.
Kieran's lips are on my neck again, hot and relentless, sucking bruises into my skin without breaking the surface. His teeth graze over my pulse point, and I whimper, my hips jerking forward uselessly. He's not marking me—not really—but the ghost of it is enough to make my cock throb. Just close enough to make my hips twitch, to make my brain dissolve into static.
His teeth graze my scent gland and a broken moan tumbles out of me, unguarded and stupid. Finnian howls low in my chest and writhes inside me, a desperate, clawing thing. She's craving his bite. Begging to be claimed. To be made his.
