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Of course he was worthy. The Prince of Fear smirked as fangs sought out flesh, nipping harder at his brother's skin. Molochai responded, turning his muzzle around and finding his own scruff. Teeth bite into his flesh, breaking skin and sinking through his gold and black fur. His brother's weight shifted, pushing him toward the ground below him and pinning him there beneath his body. Voice whispering in his ear, a soft sound uttered from the younger Lykoi's lips. A faint whine, more of a moan as eyes half-lidded, feeling the increased pressure on his neck. "You promise?" Samael replied in a soft whisper, that mad Lykoi grin creeping across his lips.