Chapter 10 #2
And like he realized it was happening too, Aubrey leaned up, threading his fingers through my hair and tugging on the dark strands to pull me down on top of him.
“That’s enough. I don’t need to be fucking pampered, I just need—mmmf.” I twisted my fingers inside him, pressing on that sensitive spot again. My hips jerked, grinding our cocks together in a burst of friction that licked fire along my spine and made him cry out.
“What do you need?” I grinned, and he looked up at me like I was the devil.
Like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask anymore, but we both knew I was the only one who could give it to him.
I didn’t relent, though—I kept working my fingers in and out of him, rocking my hips to give him just enough of what he craved that his breath was coming out in little staccato bursts of aching need.
The sound played music against my skin that I’d never heard before, a melody that made my heart dance in dark desire.
“Just fuck me, Phoenix. I need you to fuck me. Now. As hard as you want—as hard as you can.” He finally managed to pant out.
His eyes were so fucking hot, demanding in his desperation, and I wondered if he didn’t want me to take my time because he needed it to hurt just a little.
He seemed balanced on a knife’s edge, eager to explode at the slightest touch, but ready to shatter apart if he admitted that he was enjoying what was happening.
Fuck, I really was perfect for him. I didn’t care about romance, and if he didn’t need me to finger him, I wasn’t going to bother.
I pulled back, drizzling more oil over myself before leaning in. He was so warm and slick when I rocked my hips forward, nestling the head of my cock against his ass.
“As hard as I want, hm?” It came out on a rumble, a low growl that should have sent him running. This was the only warning he was going to get—the only chance to rethink his demands.
He looked at me and his eyes flickered for just a moment, like he wanted to tear his gaze away, like what he saw when I looked down at him threatened to drown him after all. Finally, he took a shuddery breath and nodded. “I can take whatever you can dish out.” The challenge in his voice was clear.
“We’ll see about that.” I snapped my hips and thrust into the resistance of his ass.
Aubrey screamed and clawed at me, but the sound turned into a moan when I pulled out and thrust into him again.
He caught the rhythm of my fucking without hesitation and let his head fall against the pillow.
Finally, he closed those pain-filled eyes and bliss crossed his features as he gave himself over to my brutality.
I surged forward in an attempt to give him exactly what he’d asked for. I wanted to fuck him so hard he forgot his own name.
My hips pistoned into him in merciless, rough thrusts that knocked the breath from his chest and left his nails biting into my skin again while he clung to me.
The low sound that tore from him when I pulled out and flipped him over was nearly as satisfying as the way it cut off when I wrapped my fingers through the collar on his neck and used it like a handle for leverage.
Aubrey’s hands fisted the sheets. Even though he could barely catch his breath, he thrust back against me, arching his back and riding me like it was the only thing he could do, the only thing he’d been made for.
Like my cock stretching him wide was the only thing keeping him alive.
My eyes were greedy as I drank down the sight of him—the swell of his shoulders, the scars littering along his ribcage, the long, raised line that trailed from the top of his back to the curve of his ass.
He looked like the world had already tried to fuck him enough. Maybe that was why he needed to feel it again.
I’d give it to him harder than anything he’d ever had.
I pulled on the metal at his throat until he arched up, forcing him into the perfect position for me to watch myself.
My hand came down hard, slapping his ass once, twice, three times to leave red welts, before I gripped the muscle in my fingers and pulled.
It let me see his hole stretched around my cock, and I watched as the blood from my earlier injuries dripped down my chest and mixed with the oil as I pulled back.
I drove forward, fucking that streak of crimson into him and feeling the way it made my body burn.
“You’ll never get rid of me now, Aubrey,” I growled. “I’m inside you.” I jerked on the collar harder, forced him up so his back pressed against my chest and I could use my free hand to streak through the blood spilling from my wound before wrapping it around his cock. “You’re infected.”
“Oh, fuck .” His head fell back almost helplessly. I wasn’t sure if he was giving me his neck on purpose or if submission just came to him naturally, but my teeth found his shoulder and I bit down again. By the time I was finished, no one would be able to say he wasn’t claimed.
By the time I was done, I’d mark every part of Aubrey’s body—inside and out—until the word mine was branded on his bones.
My tongue was greedy when it lapped at the wound I’d left, and Aubrey rocked his hips back to meet my thrusts when I started to fuck him in earnest.
As much as I wanted to draw this out—as much as I would have liked to spread him on the bed and fuck him slow and deep until I made him cry—I knew I didn’t have that kind of restraint. I needed him too much.
I pounded into him like I wanted to break him in half, and Aubrey lifted one hand, tangling his fingers in my hair while his other dropped to land on top of mine as I jerked his cock.
“You like it, don’t you? Being owned like a little pet, being told what to do. Go on, Killer, tell me you like it.”
When he didn’t respond, I yanked on the collar harder, and the little choked sound of pleasure made his cock pulse in my hand.
“F-fuck, I—” He tried to twist away from me, the words punching from his chest. “Fuck you, Phoenix.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. He whined when I released his cock and slapped his thigh hard enough I knew it would leave another handprint. When he tried to take hold of himself to stroke, I took his hand, threading our fingers together.
“Say it.”
He rocked against me again, and when my tongue found the wound on his shoulder and I lapped the coppery taste of him into my mouth, he seemed unable to resist.
“Fuck, yes. I like it.” I licked my mark again and dropped our joined hands, ghosting his knuckles across his cock while keeping up my relentless thrusts.
My own words were coming out in sharp groans—I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep up with the pace, honestly.
The tight heat of him clenching around me was almost too much.
The sounds coming desperate and wild from his chest were unraveling me at the seams.
“Whose dog are you, Killer?”
I brushed his knuckles against his cock again, and this time, he groaned and gave in almost immediately. “Yours.”
“Good boy.” I brought our joined fingers to wrap around his dick, but I was pretty sure it was the praise that pushed him over the edge.
Aubrey came on a scream, his fingers in mine convulsing and squeezing his cock like he almost wanted to stave the orgasm off.
The sound wasn’t just pleasure, it was filled with pain, a melody of sharp razors clawing up his throat and tearing along his skin, carving him into something new.
I could hear it, I could feel it pulsing along my skin.
He was giving himself over to everything that was happening, and his release was so strong it was breaking him along the seams.
His body clenching around me and the feel of his cum spilling over our joined fingers was too much for me to resist. I fucked into him hard and fast, chasing my climax on the echo of his cry until I felt myself shudder, and my cock swelled as orgasm overtook me .
My head dropped to his shoulder, my mouth searching greedily—I wanted the taste of him on my tongue.
I groaned into his neck, and Aubrey’s fingers tightening in my hair urged me on.
I buried myself deep and wondered if I could come hard enough that it would be inside him forever.
The thought was ridiculous, but I’d never wanted to possess someone I’d fucked as much as I wanted to lay claim to him.
I’d never craved anyone like this, but maybe it was because Aubrey was defiance and determination, a mask with broken edges.
He was a mystery that I wanted to unravel with tongue and teeth and force… and right now he was leaning against me and moaning my name in soft little pants that I wasn’t even sure he was aware of.
He fell to the bed when I pulled out of him, not really giving a fuck that he was on top of his own mess.
Good. I’d find clean sheets in the morning—I wanted to be surrounded by the scent of blood and sex and sweat tonight.
I was quiet when I stood, taking a second to admire how wrecked Aubrey was.
He was covered in bite marks and handprints, and he’d fallen on his stomach with one leg drawn up, so I could see the way my cock had stretched his hole, leaving him open to the air.
My cum was leaking from his ass, staining his thighs with the faint streaks of pink from my blood, or maybe it was his.
I’d fucked him hard enough I wouldn’t be surprised, but he’d been more than willing to take it, more than willing to bleed for the bliss.
It only took a second of rifling around before I found what I was looking for—there were medical supplies here, even if they weren’t the best. It was enough for me to wipe Aubrey’s wounds clean and bandage us both.
He watched me the entire time with heavy-lidded eyes, burning slivers of green caught behind dark lashes.
He didn’t stop me when I threw the blood-soaked rag to the side and climbed into bed beside him, and he didn’t pull away when I looped my finger through his collar and used it to drag him on top of me.
He let me settle him against my chest, over the beat of my heart, soft and boneless.
The low sound of satisfaction when I drifted my fingers through his hair in gentle reward for how good he’d been told me that as much as Aubrey wanted to pretend, there was a part of him that wanted to be a good dog just as much as I wanted to listen to him beg.