"Yeah, fucking, right. I ain't beautiful." He didn't care though, he didn't think it upset him that much. Maybe it bothered him, sure, but mostly it was the Sam stuff. it was being replaced. He hadn't moved on but his darling Kian had. He leaned forward and kissed him, wanting to just try and stake some kind of claim. He wanted a little something to show he was special. Hell, he wanted that power he had yearned for when he was young.

He wanted to make Kian stay and never leave him.

"Your my prey, I caught you. And you're not leaving. Not yet. Not until you smell of me." He wanted every inch of Kian to reek of him so when that Sam guy came close, all he'd smell is glorious, manly dog smell.