"It's okay. I want to bite you. It might hurt a little, but I'll take responsibility, alright?" Rowan's face was flushed, his eyes blurred with lust, his reason teetering on the edge of collapse, yet his spoken words still carried a strange firmness; he truly intended to take responsibility for the man in front of him.
The Alpha's two canine teeth had grown a bit longer, sharp and dangerous, grazing against the delicate and sensitive skin of Owen's neck, where the pulse beat strongly. Just a slight slip and he would tear it open, spurting a stream of sweet blood.
He didn't understand why he wanted Owen so much right now—wanted to mark, wanted to possess, wanted it to the point of madness. It looked like he was asking for permission, but his action of tightly gripping the other's waist gave Owen no chance to refuse.
Extremely domineering and arbitrary.
