"There'll just be more of you to love," Arioch muttered lovingly against Eric's skin. He was joking, of course. Their heightened metabolism would be hard pressed to allow that, which was why the ravening packs became so feral. They were driven mad with hunger. But even if Eric's boyish fears came to pass, Ari would lust for him no less.
He weighted Eric's next words. Perhaps they should go back outside, but Eric could use some more time to gather himself. Ari didn't see the harm in letting his baby brother save face, so he made it about him. "Please, let's stay in here a little longer. For me? I want my sheets to smell of you once more, mio bambino," he said, using the Italian for 'my boy' as an endearment.
Ari let a small, wicked grin show before he added, "Besides, do you really want me to walk out there smelling of sexual frustration and with a hardon stretching down my leg? Those are some horny gypsies we've got, my love."