The knot eventually went down, but the rut didn't break.
Arion pulled out, only to flip Dean over, pressing his chest against the wall and kicking both legs apart. He entered him again from behind, his thrusts deep and unforgiving.
Dean braced his hands against the wall, his body rocking with the force. He felt Arion's hands on his hips, followed by a strange, sharp pressure. He glanced back.
Arion's nails had lengthened, dark and thick, curving into points that were just shy of being true claws.
They dug into Dean's skin, not breaking it, but pinning him in place with an iron grip.
Arion fucked him against the wall until his legs gave out, then he carried him to the bed.
He threw Dean down onto his stomach and dragged his hips up, forcing him onto his knees. He entered him again, his weight pressing Dean into the mattress.
