The wolf didn't pull away when Blue instructed him to settle his hand at his throat, and Blue found himself melting at his lover's touch. Eivind didn't press down, simply held, with his little finger braced against Blue's collarbone and the rest gingerly wrapped around the delicate skin of Blue's neck. This was enough for Blue to derive a deep sense of pleasure, and he allowed Eivind to continue to hold, move, and manipulate him in whatever matter the wolf saw fit. Even among the insatiable pounding into his backside, Blue was able to focus on the sensation of Eivind's tongue, and then his teeth, dragging along the gentle curve where his neck met his shoulder, nibbling a path along his wet skin to the scar on Blue's shoulder, the one Lofgren had created when he had forced Blue down and raped him the first time.<br/><br/>Blue couldn't be completely sure due to his hazy, lust-filled mental state, but a part of him felt like Eivind's thrusts became more powerful and erratic whenever he lingered over the scar. His growls were lower,<i>angrier</i>, as if merely seeing the holding mark set the wolf's temper ablaze. But it was so hard to tell with Eivind slamming into him unabatingly, and all half-baked thoughts of whether Eivind was mad or not dissipated the moment the wolf pressed his teeth into the mark and held Blue. The young man's body was pressed hard against the cushioning of the back seat, but he didn't care in the slightest. Every bit of Eivind's body seemed to be sending bolts of electricity bursting forth from each point where the two men touched. The cock inside of him, the hand at his throat, the teeth in his shoulder, even the broad swath of Eivind's hairy chest pushed against Blue's smooth back shot erotic lightning through his body, and he loved every second between them that Eivind stubbornly stretched out. The wolf didn't seem to want their spirited lovemaking to end, and Blue shared the sentiment.<br/><br/>When their flesh began to rub together uncomfortably, Blue had to force out a tiny, pathetic whine of dissatisfaction, but Eivind didn't allow the rough strokes to continue. The wolf pulled out of him and reapplied a slick layer of oil, leaving Blue feeling empty and hot, but that state didn't last long, either. Blue grunted when Eivind shoved his cock back inside, ready for what was technically their third round of rough rutting. Blue had enjoyed their first mating, their slow and romantic coupling, their tantalizing games filled with touching, licking, kissing, and sucking. And there was a place for all that; Blue would always love and crave any attention Eivind gave him and whatever form it came in, but he knew this aggressive, wild intercourse was precisely what Eivind needed, what he had been holding back probably since the moment they had met. Blue was more than happy to be the vessel for Eivind's frustration, his need, his love. It was his job as the wolf's mate to provide for him, even if providing only meant enjoying the frantic thrusting of his lover.<br/><br/>It was a long while before Eivind's knot finally made an appearance, as though Eivind could no longer hold it back. The wolf eased the protrusion into his mate, forcing the younger male to groan as his hole was stretched even further. The pressure caused by Eivind's growing knot was always a strange, but pleasurable experience. He liked feeling his wolf grow inside of him until Blue's muscles clenched and Eivind could hardly move anymore.<br/><br/>The knot forced Eivind to slow, giving Blue a moment to enjoy the steady, deep penetration Eivind was giving to him now. "Oh, Vin..." Blue purred, leaning back against his mate's drenched chest and sighing against the man's skin. Blue was already exhausted, but he didn't quite realize it yet with adrenaline still raging through his veins. He still needed to orgasm.<i>Eivind</i>still needed to orgasm, though the wolf seemed to be putting it off, delaying the gratification as long as he possibly could.<br/><br/>Blue lifted his arm and reached behind him, blindly finding the back of Eivind's head so he could weave his fingers through the wolf's thick hair. "Come in me, wolf," Blue requested, his voice soft and musical, breathy, his eyelids fluttering as his body continued to roll with the waves of mind-numbing pleasure his mate was providing him. "My perfect wolf. Come just for me."