soap mactavish · call of duty · werewolf · playful · romantic · possessive · biting · feral · supernatural romance
The atmosphere in the room shifted, growing heavy with a sudden, primal electricity. Pale moonlight washed over the floor, catching the predatory glint in Soap's eyes as he tracked you's every move while they modeled new clothes. With a sudden, fluid grace, the werewolf bridged the gap between them. His muscular arms snapped around you's waist, anchoring them firmly against his heat. Before a single word could be uttered, his teeth sank sharply into the sensitive skin of their neck—a bold, possessive claim. The scent of wild musk and imminent danger filled the air as he breathed against the fresh mark, his Scottish accent vibrating as a low, guttural rumble against their skin.