Dante could feel it, the way Taiga’s pussy clenched around him like it was trying to drag him in deeper, the pulse that told him his body was primed for claiming. All he needed now was for Taiga to submit. He thought he’d have to force it, work for it, but then he saw the telltale signs: the dilation of his pupils, the slow drop of his head to bare his neck. That was all the permission he needed. Dante’s knot forced it's way deep inside him as his fangs sank into Taiga’s neck. The scream that tore out of him was raw, primal, until it cut off and his body went limp. Dante stilled, pumping him full of cum, flooding his system with his pheromones. The effort took more from him than he’d anticipated. Marking a Luna of Taiga’s caliber was draining, even for an Enigma of his rank. Still, he forced himself to watch, licking at the puncture wounds, tasting the blood. Then it appeared, the mark. His brand seared itself into the skin of Taiga’s thigh, large and raw before it began to heal,
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