"Yeah, but you're gonna ruin poor Loc before that happens. Look at him. Got him all stretched out...panting and moaning for you."

It's true. Locus is a ragged mess, holding together by the seams and squirming, thrusting back against him, fingers digging across Taylor's scalp as that wire-thin thread stretches to the breaking point yet again.

And save jumping off the neural lace, Felix is going to get the full brunt of it. He licks Locus's lips, pushing just as hard, heels digging against his shoulder blades.

"Gonna make your lobo howl? Come on, just fucking do it already!"