Blood streaked down Claude's neck. The smudge felt so permanent, just as the binds that connected them as mates. Claude closed his eyes and rested his own teeth against Len's neck. His clawed hands scratched the Alpha's waist. He didn't have to bite Len. His desire to make Len bleed was from another urge. Pain coursed through each other's bodies, blood tainting their teeth.
Len was the first to pull back and lick the blood beads coming from Claude's healing wound. "Are you tired, Claude? We don't have to continue if you need to rest."
"Are you kidding me?" Claude hummed and pulled away, falling straight onto the bed. "Why should we stop now? Your family will assume things have already happened when we arrive at Widow's Manor on the weekend. Might as well do everything…"
"I'd hate it if you fall asleep in the middle of it." Len mounted him and let wet kisses on Claude's neck and chest. "But I won't blame you."
"I won't pass out. Promise."
