"What luck, Dicky." The man ran his finger over the youth's jugular fossa. “And I didn’t even dream that we would be alone.” We're always getting in the way

- Where's Pinky? whined Richard.

Fear pierced his body like an ice block, and his muscles froze with helplessness. There was no strength in him to resist the will of the terribly excited man, who noisily inhaled the smell of his hair and growled muffledly.

“Oh, my dear boy.” Felix ran his fingers through Richard's soft hair and pressed his lips gently to his.

The young man moaned in protest, resting his hands on the muscular chest of the werewolf, who...