"Wait, please!"
Luther's pathetic whimper caught in his throat as the instinctive urge to mark what was already spoiled by Akna ravished both me and Tom simultaneously.
And so, in a symmetric move, our mouth lavished on the bruised skin- mine on the shoulder blaze while Tom's on the right side of his chest, just a few inches down under the collarbone.
I could feel Luther breaking between us, chest shivering in an unsuccessful attempt to breathe in properly.
There was no air in the room. Just pure animalistic pheromones, burning the lungs mercilessly.
Filling the brain with a flood of endorphins.
Causing the breakage of whatever faint trace of human reason was left to blur the desire.
I digged my teeth into the mark to the point of-
If I were to squeeze, Luther's flesh would be torn from his muscle. The unnecessary force was the only jealousy protest I could afford.
For I was scared to stop for the moment.
