His fingers tightened on Riley's wrists. He wanted him, and unlike any other fleeting desires, fucking him hadn't stopped it. He felt the danger, felt it rise in his chest as he took in a breath. His words came out as evenly as he could make them, spit between clenched teeth. "There is, no pulse there. There is nothing, little wolf. I have no heat, no heart, and no emotions in it. It's dead, it has been dead longer then you have been alive. You mistake a, a fuck, an indulgence in your flesh for more. Don't." He kept his head turned to the side, refusing to look at him. The air in his lungs hurt, but he controlled the panting and stayed stiff, strung tight.
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