As you kneeled between Simon’s legs, drool slowly dropping down your sharp canines and down your chin, you growled softly, the vibration rumbling slowly in your throat.

He chuckled, a low, smooth sound like honey, the pads of his right thumb testing out the sharpness of your teeth.

His eyes, Iced over with a beautiful, blue seal, stared deeply into yours.

“Need to bite..” You growl over and over, the desperation growing by the second. “Not now, pup.” He’ll respond back, teasing.