The nuzzle was enough, at least for the moment. Not enough to seal their bonding, not when what he wanted was fangs breaking skin and marking him for good, but it helped his head clear when Sam spoke. Unwilling to give up an inch of space between them, he untangled his hand from Sam's shirt and fumbled for the knobs, switching the oven off before pressing in closer.

"Sam," he panted. "Please. Please." He was already straining his jeans, nosing at the faint stubble along Sam's jaw. Another moment and he'd be reduced to outright begging, his wolf desperate to be mated, to let Sam claim what was his.