"I was watching but I'm good at not being seen," Ian confirmed, a low rumble of approval starting in his chest as Johnny clung to him and pulled him closer. Closer was definitely better, and Ian's hips hitched against him in automatic response to the friction.
Opening his mouth against the pup's throat so he could taste his racing pulse, he bit at him just to enjoy the slight mark that quickly faded from Johnny's tan throat. "I wasn't supposed to be, watching, you know. Hunter wouldn't want me to, but.. I wanted to see you and I'm not.. I'm not human like he wants me to be. I never will be.." He wanted to ask 'so why should it matter' but as it was, Ian's last few words were a mumbled rush against the younger wolf's skin because he knew it mattered a helluva lot. What the Alpha decided was pack law, but that did nothing to change the fact that Ian wanted Johnny more than he wanted to conform to the humans' idea of morality.