It hurts, and it burns, and Day wants it to hurt even more.
The very essence of Travis bleeds inside him, swimming in his veins and leaving in its wake …
White-hot burning pleasure.
His back arches off the bed, as his lips part and he lets out a long, deep moan, eyes closed.
Travis lets his weight sink on Day's, pinning him on the mattress, not letting go, not getting off his skin, and Day is filled with alpha pheromones, filling him, going straight to his brain and leaving him aching.
With need. With hunger. So deep it burns.
His hands find Travis's skin underneath the clothes and dig in.
Nails rake down the skin as his toes curl, and he can feel everything all at once. His senses are filled with Travis.
Feels his want, feels his love, feels how much he wants to consume him, and Day lets it.
He says yes to it all, with how his legs fall open, Travis pressing in even more, and they are rutting against each other.
