Ronon didn’t know what his name was, but the moment he saw him, Ronon knew he was going to eat for the first time in seven years.
With an animalistic hunger, Ronon cornered the Major in a deserted corridor and made his intentions very clear.
“A mans gotta eat.”
Evan Lorne didn’t resist when Ronon dropped to his knees. He eagerly encouraged Ronon as the Satedan gorged himself like a starving man.
Eventually, a sweet release trickled down Ronon’s throat, leaving them both gasping for breath.
A satiated kiss with an appeased growl promised a lot more in the future.