Chapter 61 His Mark On Them

• The bedroom's once exotic orchid and aged leather scent had been overtaken by the alluring mix of Lycgers pheromones. Despite inhaling an overwhelming amount, Dirk felt an unexpected sensation, far from the sickness he'd anticipated.
• A broken moan escaped as Seth's lips trailed along his neck, hot and wet, sending shivers down Dirk's spine. His eyes fluttered open, like the wings of a waking bird. The sight that greeted him was so unexpected, that his heart skipped for several minutes. Floating on the roof of the bedroom, a mixture of what he could only describe as the most perfect blend of pheromone colors - black, red, white, and gold, resembling floating snowflakes in the room's atmosphere.
• The golden clouds absorbed the other hues, twirling and separating in an enchanting dance, leaving behind their essence in a spiral of colors. Amidst this vortex, the Lycans' gazes met Dirk's, their eyes penetrating his body and soul. Dirk whimpered when Tricc ran a finger through his member, smiling when Dirk arched from the mattress, moaning and thrashing. The tips of Tricc's fingers digging into his hip bones just below the swell of his ass brought out another moan from him.