Nathaniel's cry is muffled against Asher's throat, and he shudders as Asher's fingers stroke where they meet. It's an incredibly intimate sensation. As Asher presses his throat against his mouth, Nathaniel's beast rises up en force.

As he quickens his pace, both riding Asher and stroking himself, Nathaniel's jaws tighten. He feels his teeth sink into the flesh of Asher's throat, the rush of blood over his tongue. The moment he tastes blood, he groans, coming over his hand and shuddering in Asher's lap as he worries at the wound with his teeth and tongue.