Isaac's lips stayed parted, as they trailed over whatever of Derek's skin they could find. His head was so muddled, he wasn't even sure if it was his Master's jaw, or neck, or whatever, but he was happy with it all.
"Ohhh thank you, Sir," he breathed, relieved and yet still on edge.
"I'vnever needed you this badly before," he moaned. It was as though someone had taken away everything in his mind, except for the need to be dominated and filled.
"Would do anything for you. Beg you to fuck me, in front of the whole house. In front of Stiles, even. Let them watch me, beg you to knot me, Master."