[ For a moment, Matt turns the bulk of his attention back to the beast. It's a good sign that he doesn't throw Matt aside to lunge for the interloper, but still: He doesn't want to risk setting him off. Matt scrubs a palm up his furred abs to his chest, teasing one stiff nipple. He bends his head, curls his spine, to flick his tongue at the rosy head of the creature's cock. The beast groans, its head thrashing this way and that. Matt can see the stranger moving out of the corner of his eye. Encroaching.

Despite everything, the word darling gets a brief, crooked grin from him. A dip of his lashes, a flutter in his belly. ]

What do you think? [ Murmured, to the wolf. ] Gonna share, good boy? Mine and only mine? [ He straightens, wrapping his hand around the beast's erection as best he can and jerking it as his hips rock. There's a strange gravity to mine and only mine, as if it's a quote or incantation.

The Wolfman seems satisfied enough to continue, so Matt raises his eyes to the stranger. Gives a cautious nod. ] I think he'll be okay--if we keep giving him what he wants.