Noctis' eyes went wide when he found himself pinned to the ground by an angry half shifted werewolf. His own arms struggled in Russell's grip as the werewolf growled at him. His body reacted to the force and words, his cock half hardening, as Noctis looked up at Russell.
Noctis was speechless. He didn't know what to say. Did he want this? Well he really didn't have a choice but could he trust Russell? Even a little? The werewolf had come for him even when Russell didn't seem to want him. But here he was claiming him and Noctis respected that a little bit.
Knowing he would no doubt regret the decision, Noctis tilted his head back baring his neck knowing it was a sign of submission for the werewolf.