[ Hank hums his agreement, finally sinking his sharp teeth into Gavin's neck. Gavin's touch feels nice and all, but it's nothing compare to the rhythm of his pulse and the taste of his flesh and blood under his lips. Just the fact that Gavin gives himself up so willingly is enough to make Hank reward him with the press of his hips, but Hank can taste and feel all of him through this one connection -- everything they are; alpha and beta, mates, it all sings through him.
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His mate. His Ezra. ]