The man rutting above him had given way to a beast that was, to Blue, wonderfully uncontrollable. It wasn't often Eivind felt safe enough to unlock the ramshackle cage holding his lupine side at bay. But if there ever was a time to fully experience one another, it was now, and Blue worried not for whatever predators might be lurking behind the wall of thick trees. He remembered this place from his youth, remembered how his father had led him and his sisters up along the paths for miles searching for harmless wildlife. It was safe here in their bed of grass and wildflowers. It seemed the years hadn't affected Silver Creek in the way they had so many other things.<br/><br/>Eivind was fully himself now, animal and all, the dilation of his pupils revealing a man who had given himself willingly to love and pleasure. Blue returned the wolf's fierce gaze, his own eyes a bottomless black pool surrounded by a thin circle of silver. Eivind overwhelmed his senses, manipulating his body and making sure to touch him with every inch of skin he could. Teeth bit into sensitive flesh, calloused fingers grabbed, pulled and stretched, all while his hips pumped mercilessly into Blue's backside. The younger male responded in full, liberating a long string of lusty moans and cries that flooded the air surrounding them. Blue held nothing back, allowing the volume of their lovemaking to exceed anything they had done before. He always made sure to be loud when they were afforded the freedom, knowing his lover appreciated and was encouraged by every sweet grunt, whine, and howl that touched his ears.<br/><br/>He wanted to tell his mate just how intensely he loved him, but every time he attempted to speak his words were cut off by the incessant thrusting, giving way only to the opportunity to express his affection via wordless sounds dripping in sensuality. The ceaseless stimulation of his prostate paired with the rubbing of his engorged cock in between their slick bodies was more than Blue could tolerate. He could feel his lover's knot pressing against his rim, demanding entrance, and knew it wouldn't be long before Eivind would be easing it inside so it could continue to grow. Blue cried out as he ejaculated between them, ribbons of white making a sticky mess of their stomachs as they writhed together in the grass.<br/><br/>“Fuck,” he whimpered, puddling beneath Eivind's body, loose and easy. It was rare for him to orgasm before the knot, but fighting against the crescendo of pleasure had been a futile effort. Knowing Eivind would only be more aroused by the scent of his spilled seed, Blue bucked up, opening himself to the knot and hissing as the firm bulge was pushed inside of him, free to expand and temporarily lock the two men together.<br/><br/>“You're so fucking good,” he slurred, pulling his hands down from above him so he could clutch at the wolf's shoulders. As the human lay there beneath his wolf, the thought flashed through his hormone-drunk brain:<i>This is it</i>. The sex, the man, life as a werewolf's mate. The symbol encircling his finger was a promise they would be together for always. He'd been uncertain when they first met. Humans were finicky creatures, prone to doubt and second-guessing. Not like wolves. Wolves were sure. Eivind was sure. Blue wasn't a werewolf, but he was going to be married to one.<br/><br/>And he was sure.