Dax's mouth claimed him with the force of a storm breaking, heat and hunger poured into the kiss until Chris's lungs forgot how to work. His back hit the pillows, the sheer weight of the alpha pressing down, caging him in completely.
Chris gasped, the sound swallowed, his fingers curling harder into Dax's hair, pulling the man closer. His body burned under the wash of pheromones, slick heat coiling low in his gut, every nerve alight.
Dax's hand slid down his thigh, gripping firmly enough to anchor, dragging his leg aside until he could fit his hips flush against him. Chris broke the kiss with a shuddering breath, his black eyes blown wide, heat trembling through his voice.
"You don't…" His words fractured as Dax ground against him. "...Waste time, do you?"
"Not with you, my moon," Dax growled, his voice a rumble against Chris's throat. He mouthed over the line of his throat, pressing enough to make Chris shiver, his body arching helplessly.
