Sawyer for once isn’t focused on his scars, on the brand, on anything but the others touch, his scent, the weight of him over his body. He wants to touch but he still can’t really when the others behind him. He bite down on his lip as the other’s nose presses behind his ear. It sends a rush of pleasure through him.

“Ah…” he gasps and then moans freely as the alpha slips inside of him, the possessive words making him shudder. It feels so easy and he feels full the way he’s supposed to be. He doesn’t want anyone else to have him this way either. Sawyer presses his hips up, his body pliant and welcoming, and somehow still aching for more. He doesn’t understand exactly how he could be so full and still want more.