Levent down gently, settling his body more beside hers than on it so that she wouldn’t have to deal with his weight, though he wasn’t the largest of luperci. He rested his muzzle against her neck, breathing quietly as he recovered, content to simply lie close to her. While other males were the types to roll over and fall asleep or otherwise leave once they were finished, the Turkish merchant liked the close company of another.
Her muffled words caused his ears to perk and his eyes to seek hers out, though they instead followed her attentions to his wound. He knew that it would leave a clean scar, not unlike the one on his lip, though this one was a lot more violent than the last time. He frowned slightly, having no idea of the significance of the mark, figuring instead that she had just taken the biting thing too far. He knew some canines got off on it, so he couldn’t really judge her. Gently he took her hand and pulled it away from his wound to his chest, where he trapped it without real force so that she could pull it away whenever she wanted.
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