Touch therapy

Raf whimpered, soothed slightly by Eyros’ breathing, but also concerned. “Are you okay?” Silence engulfed Raf until he spoke again. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

Raf sniffed. "That sounds awesome. I want to watch a movie. Just don't tell my parents if it's rated R." He giggled sady, moving his head to Eyros' neck. He kissed the hound's neck, biting it slightly. Raf had the urge to bite, and he acted upon it.

Raf let go for a brief moment. "I promise anything for my alpha. Especially ever lasting love until the day I die." He reoccupied himself with Eyros' neck, nipping and kissing at it. He'd lost his chance to be alpha, but he could still bite.

Raf growled at Eyros playfully. He showed his mate his fangs, staring at Eyros' neck. "You made me yours— I want to make you mine." He pushed up on Eyros' hips, trying to unpin himself, but the werewolf didn't succeed. The hound had him pinned to the bed.

A low rumbled started in Raf's throat, almost like he was purring. "Try me!" He yapped, attempting to break his arm free and reach up from the hound's shirt. He never got to feel the contours of his mate's body.

Raf slipped his hand under Eryos’ shirt, feeling the contours of his body. He blushed, looking up at Eyros. “I don’t think I’m that much of a dom.” His challenge melted away when he felt up Eyros’ body, ending his expedition a the waistline of his pants. Then Raf smirked at Eyeos. “What consequences?”

Raf cocked an eye brow, leaning up to kiss Eyros’ neck again, hands on the hound’s hip. “And those are?”

Raf blushed when Eyros rocked his hips against Raf’s. “Oh I think I do now.” He breath grew quicker like the time they ran into Eyros’ dorm room make out.

Raf’s face got redder, covering his mouth as a moan started to escape. Something made itself noticeable, and Raf got even redder, making soft sounds as Eyros nipped at his throat.

(Sure)

Raf kept his hands over his mouth, a low sound coming deep from in his throat. His face growing red and redder. He removed his hands and whimpered. “Just do something..”

Raf woke, snuggling further into Eyros. He yawned, slipping out of bed, getting dressed for the day. He rubbed his face, blinking out the sun. He hated the bright sun.

Raf looked over at Eyros. “But I’m hungry.” He whined. “I wasn’t going to go far..”

Raf exited the dorm, walking to the doors outside of the school. He shifted to his wolf form. His pelt look silky and shiny. That was good sign. He crouched in the fields, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Raf caught a rabbit, tearing out its neck on munching on hit. Out of the corner of his eye, Raf saw a dark figure flicker, and his ears sprang up. Who could it be? He raised his head, looking around the clearing. Nothing. But the dark figure was still there. Watching. Raf started to whine, bolting inside and straight to Eyros’ dorm. He hopped in bed, hiding beside his alpha.

Raf stood up, turning in circles, whining and chittering. He eventually ended up barking, exiting the and room and dorm. He stared down the door that led outside, growling menacingly. The fur on his neck stood up, making him look bigger.

Raf growled when Leo got close, snapping at the boy. He hissed, which was more like a snotty growl. This werewolf was seeing red.

Raf whined when Eyros stepped in front of him. The low, snotty growl in his throat was a sign that he wanted to rip Leo to shreds. He shifted back to his human form, but that low, snotty growl still remained.