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his way into Darin’s mouth.  He crowds Darin farther up against the island, their bodies pressing against each other.  Raylan’s cock teases the flesh of Darin’s stomach and smears pre-cum across his skin every time Raylan so much as twitches.  Darin is struggling to focus on anything besides the aggressive press of Raylan’s tongue that seems determined to learn and claim every inch of his mouth.
    Raylan pulls away and Darin leans forward after him, chasing that tongue and that mouth, loath to give it up.  Raylan leans forward and gives him another shorter, sweeter kiss before he pulls back again and dips down to latch his mouth onto the side of his neck.  He sucks hard and then bites down, sending a jolt of heat and want straight through Darin before he pulls away and hums in satisfaction.  Darin knows that he’s going to have another mark, can already feel the bruise blooming to match the one on the opposite side of his neck, and that knowledge has him bucking up against Raylan hard.
    Raylan chuckles and bends his knees so he can lap at Darin’s nipples, his free hand coming down to wrap firmly around Darin’s weeping cock.  He strokes him once, twice, and Darin whimpers out a plea, but it’s too late and Raylan lets him go before the pleasure can build any further.  Darin reaches out and plants both of his hands on the sides of Raylan’s face and tugs until he’s once again standing straight and staring Darin directly in the eyes.
    “Fuck me, Raylan.  Now.”
    Raylan’s eyes go wide and his nostrils flare as the hand on the back of Darin’s neck tightens.  Unexpectedly, Raylan rips himself away from Darin, backs up a few steps as he clenches his eyes closed and his chest rises and falls rapidly.  Darin stares in confusion and then awe when he notices the way Raylan’s flexing his hands, fingers suddenly tipped in deadly looking claws that begin to shorten as Darin watches.  When Raylan slowly opens his eyes, Darin sucks in a quick breath.  The eyes that are staring back at him belong to the wolf.  They’re the same bright amber that Darin remembers seeing that day in the woods, brighter than anything Darin has seen on Raylan so far and almost totally wild.
    “You can’t say things like that if you don’t mean them, Darin.  Not to me.”  Raylan’s voice is low and harsh with a slight lisp, and Darin can see the glint of too long teeth before Raylan clamps his mouth shut again.
    Darin straightens his spine and throws his shoulders back, drawing himself up to his full height.  He moves across the space between them until he’s standing once more directly in front of Raylan.  He reaches up and cups Raylan’s jaw in his hand, something inside of him softening at the way Raylan nuzzles his face into his palm.
    “I mean it, Raylan.  There’re things we need to talk about, stuff I need to know, but I want you.  I want this.  And I’m pretty sure nothing is going to change my mind.”
    Raylan huffs out a harsh breath and opens his mouth to swipe his tongue across Darin’s wrist.  When he speaks his voice is still low and harsh, but the lisp is gone and he seems more controlled than before.
    “I won’t mate you, not until you know everything, until you know exactly what it entails.  I won’t take that choice from you.”  A muscled arm reaches out and wraps around Darin’s waist, pulling him closer to Raylan’s heat.  “But I will have this; have you, here and now, for as long as you’ll let me.”  Raylan’s mouth is on his then, and he’s opening willingly to the press of his tongue, and Darin can’t help the way he moans low in his throat as the taste and feel of Raylan washes back across his senses.
    Raylan’s hands come down to grip Darin’s ass and then he’s being tugged closer and then lifted so that he can wrap his legs around Raylan’s waist.  Darin’s reminded of earlier when he’d almost panicked at being lifted, but this time he knows how strong