Dorian pressed his mouth to his free arm, biting into the skin there in frustration as he growled. His thighs shook, aching from being spread around Bull's knees. Every thrust pushed and pulled his body back and forth against the sheets. His cock ached, dripped. He wanted to come badly, and he wanted it to never stop.

He didn't know what he'd ever done to deserve Bull.

He shouted, when pointed canines dug into the meat of his shoulder. It turned into a low, heady groan.

"Bull-- I can't--"