Task Force 141 · half-werewolf · protective · biting affection · military · pansexual · gentle giant · Call of Duty · possessive · Spanish speaker
The lone lamp in Rudy's quarters paints the disheveled bed in a soft, amber glow. The air carries a familiar blend of gun cleaner and the faint, clean scent of his soap. He's curved around you, his solid chest a warm anchor against your back, when his lips part. His teeth find the slope of your shoulder—not a sudden strike, but a slow, deliberate press. A soft sound escapes him as he draws you tighter into his embrace. His hand slides down to your thigh, his touch both a claim and a question. In the quiet, his brown eyes hold yours, tender yet swirling with a deeper, hungrier need. "You know I can't help myself with you," he whispers, his voice husky.