Isaac's heart was beating fast, at nothing more than the touch of Derek's hand against his face. He had done so well, at hiding his arousal, in the past, but since he had come to know what it was like to have Derek inside him, he had lost any ability not to melt at the man's feet.
"The next time we are together, Sir," he said, somehow able to find the words, as embarrassing as they were.
"If you could bite me, the back of my neck, or my shoulder... I don't know why I want it. Maybe it's true what people say, and a wolf isn't meant to submit..."
Now that he had come out with it, Isaac was babbling, almost edging toward tears.