When Isaac was settled, Derek climbed up his slave's body to straddle his chest, knees planted on either side of his head as he sat back, putting his cock within easy reach of his slave's mouth.
He fisted the younger werewolf's light curls, steadied his balance, his cock hard and leaking as he positioned it in front of Isaac's mouth. "Eager slut," he murmured. "Such a whore for cock. Begging for it. Needing to be used." He smeared the precome against Isaac's lips, not letting him have more than a taste.