There was something undoubtedly wrong. Everything was perfect; Cullen, the kiss, his gorgeous body, his sexy voice, the way their bulges felt grinding against each other as Fenris angled himself just so. And yet, he felt hot, he felt ready, but he was not hard. Typically, at this point, his cock would have been attempting to burst forth at the very risk of the fabric that encased it. But not, even while his markings occasionally flared with obvious arousal, he was simply mashing soft-against-soft.

Apparently he was not the only one.

Undeniably, the familiar shock of heat went through him as his ass was grabbed, the feeling of wanting to be taken was obvious. Even so, no matter how much he kissed or writhed he could not feel himself lifting. He groaned in a mixture of arousal and frustration as he pushed against Cullen's chest, leaning back so he could intake some desperately needed air. His head swum as he looked down between them. The silent pause was almost deafening.

His fingers curled as finally he spoke, his voice low. "Have... we been drugged?"

Because clearly that was the only explanation.