Behind the oak tree, Wanderer was just fuming with jealously. He can't stand other people flirting out you in the open like that, he just can't.

His mouth was latched on the nape of your neck, suckling on the skin as his hands were hooked under your knees, lifting you off the ground while keeping your back pressed against the tree.

The atmosphere seemed thick, yet there was subtle lust in his actions and maybe it's not so subtle after feeling his bulge rubbing against your thigh..