Even in a hostile environment, Sig was easy, melding himself to Stellan and flowing in all the right ways. Stellan appreciated his elegant submission, knowing it wasn't something Lofgren would have wanted for himself but hoping the display would satiate his desire to watch Stellan dominate another. The big wolf panted behind his lover, increasing the speed of his carnal thrusting once Sig's body had loosened. No words were spoken, only a series a growls, grunts, and deep rumbles followed by hefty sighs. Sig's scent was heady, almost blindingly intoxicating, and as Stellan pumped he forgot about Lofgren and the pack. He closed his eyes, his fingers digging into Sig's hips. They had fucked dozens of times before but it was as if a switch had been flipped allowing Stellan's inner wolf to consume him. There was no one else. There was nothing else. There was only Sig.<br/><br/>He could tell by the way Sig bucked against him that he was nearing his limit, body growing taut, anticipating release. Stellan's knot pulsed and swelled at the base of his cock, eager to enter to the little wolf and keep him close. A moment of clarity swept across the tattooed wolf's mind, his lips parted just enough to let out a stunted pant as he ripped his firm shaft away and took control of Sig's body once more. He flipped the little wolf onto his back, wanting to see his face,<i>not</i>wanting Sig to be exposed while they were locked together. If anyone dared attempt to get to his mate, they would have to get through Stellan first.<br/><br/>The wolf's pupils were expansive and glistening as he plunged himself deep in between Sig's legs, his muscled, rippling back curled over the little wolf's body. Deft fingers assisted in easing the growing knot into Sig's backside, eliciting dark, violent snarls as he felt Sig's muscles clench down onto his inflating organ.<br/><br/>He looked down into his lover's eyes, finding a beauty in them that seemed to defy explanation, and wondered if now he had tainted such loveliness with his need. The wolf grumbled something imperceptible, a sad sentiment hiding in the rolling purr of his vocal chords. A kiss, deep and apologetic, lingering as though keeping Sig's lips on his could freeze time and he wouldn't have to finish here. But there was no other option, for Lofgren's eyes were on him.<br/><br/>Stellan kissed along Sig's throat, a tense path down to his shoulder where teeth met flesh. Even as a man the werewolf's fangs were sharp. There was a quick stutter, a breath of hesitation before Stellan sunk his teeth deep. He could taste Sig's blood on his tongue, hot and metallic, but did not let go as his orgasm shuttered through him. His hand reached down between them, stroking the little wolf's hardened cock to bring him to completion. He wanted to smell Sig's release on his skin, press it between them and hold him there, his body protecting the smaller one beneath him like a shield. If anyone got too close, he would snap, Sig's blood still dripping from his lips.