Chaleigh; werewolf au in which the werewolf is possessive over their mate.
Mako is clearly puzzled, and peers at him from across the library table, concern in her voice as she asks, “Are you well?”
“’m fine,” Raleigh says, and struggles to keep from shifting in his seat, mentally cursing Chuck for the tenth time for distracting him this morning with long, lingering kisses so he didn’t have time to shower before running off to his study date with Mako.
He’s wearing Chuck’s jacket and Chuck’s boxers and Chuck’s t-shirt and Chuck’s sweatpants, and he’s got Chuck’s saliva dry on his neck and Chuck’s sweat dry on his fingertips and Chuck’s come leaking out of his ass, and he hopes Chuck is pleased with himself because Raleigh is not putting up with this bullshit, no matter how happy Chuck looks when he breathes in and finds himself to be the only scent on Raleigh’s skin.