Jason leaps from the tree, stalking closer to his prey. Breathing heavily to catch every nuance of the scents filling the air, it's time to end this chase.
[Tamas runs but he knows he can't outrun a wolf. His wolf. He laughs and skitters through the leaf-litter, searching for a good place to let Jason catch him.]
Jason is patient enough to wait for Tamas to be somewhere soft and grassy before he pounces, pinning Tamas down and breathing hotly against the back of his mate's neck. "Mine."
[Tamas pants roughly, struggling for the sheer pleasure of feeling his lover's control over him.] Yours. [He whimpers, arousal filling the air as he leaks with need.] Please?
Jason growls, his mouth watering. He wants to taste, he can almost taste. But he needs. He ruts against Tamas, his cock hard and dripping from the tease of the chase.
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