Dean moaned when his head was pulled back, a jolt of arousal going through him. Even without the outside influence of the club's magic, Dean's instinct was still to obey. Particularly when there was someone strong and assertive giving them. Nathaniel had shown Dean he was safe to submit to last night, as well, so it was even easier.

While Nathaniel worked at his neck, Dean's fingers quickly unbuttoned his own shirt and wriggled out of it, his legs still wrapped around the man's waist.