I leaned back, kissing Laszlo's tip as he caught his breath and straightened. "Who was your favorite?" I asked. "Hywel," Laszlo said, a weak note in his voice revealing the truth. The others provided touch, provided time with Hywel awake during his hibernation. But they weren't beloved. He likes a werewolf's knot, Hywel added, a fangy grin shared with me as Laszlo blushed.
