Chapter 13 #2
I shook my head. “No, but I watched the other hounds do it all the time.”
“They never did it to you?”
“No. I didn’t let them. I didn’t want them to.”
His smile widened. “But you want me to?”
I nodded.
“Okay. But not today. We need to get you ready for that kind of thing, and I don’t have any oils with me right now.”
I took a deep breath as a violent disappointment speared through me, then let it go on my next exhale. “Oils?”
“Yeah, I usually make oil from apple seeds, but I need to make more. I only have a little left.”
Oil? From apple seeds? Those tiny little things in the center of the apples? “Why do we need oil?”
He paused, something sad flickering across his face. It disappeared quickly. “So you don’t get hurt when I put my fingers inside you. It would hurt without any kind of oil or…or slick substance.” His cheeks turned pink. “I mean, I guess we could use…uh…our c-cum.”
I nodded. “Yes. Let’s use our cum.”
He laughed. “You’re really something else, you know that?”
I didn’t know what he meant. “Something else? Like what?”
His big hand slid up and down my side in a soothing motion, burning my skin with the heat of his palm. “Something special,” he said softly.
Something special.
I was special.
“Can I help you make the oil?”
His gaze softened and warmed as he stared up at me. “Yeah. Of course you can.”
“Okay. Now touch me,” I demanded. If I couldn’t have him in me, I needed his hands on me, at the very least.
“Please,” he said, lifting his brows. But he was laughing, the sound deep and low and full of joy.
“Please.”
I moved down so I could lower my face to his, needing to be closer, to feel him everywhere. I pressed my cheek against his and rubbed, my lips finding soft skin, my tongue darting out to taste it.
He trailed his fingers down my spine and palmed my ass, and I thought I’d never been happier than I was in this moment.
But that thought was soon overshadowed the fear that I might never be this happy again.
Before Cain, I hadn’t known anything good. I didn’t know what to expect anymore, but I did know that I wanted with every ounce of my being. I wanted what he had to offer, I wanted his smiles and his touch and his kindness.
I wanted this strange new life with him.
So I pushed away the unease that was trying to stifle my newfound joy and just let myself be.
A week later, a horrible dread woke me from a deep sleep.
I sat up, breathing hard and trying to figure out where I was. The dim light in the room was enough to show me I was in the bedroom.
With Cain.
We were sleeping in the bed. Together.
I whipped my head to the left and there he was, lying on his stomach, his face mushed into the pillow.
I groaned and turned over. The bed creaked underneath me as I reached for Cain. Found his hair. Sifted the soft strands between my fingers.
“Cain,” I whispered, shuffling closer. I kissed his cheekbone, his jaw, his shoulder. I was obsessed with putting my lips on him. Obsessed with everything about him.
A week had passed since he’d removed the muzzle and collar.
I was free. I was finally free, and Cain was teaching me how to read now. He was showing me how he maintained the bunker. He was giving me so much knowledge, so many new things to do, and when I did things right, he rewarded me, too.
He was my reward.
His lips, his hands, his tongue, his cock, his words, his warmth. All of him.
So…why was I feeling like the ground had just opened up beneath me? What had woken me up?
I listened for something, anything, that might’ve pulled me from sleep, but it was quiet.
Then I noticed that tell-tale thrum of restlessness crawling under my skin; the warmth that started in my groin and spread outward until it covered every inch of me; the itch in my head, that bothersome, prickly sensation that scratched beneath my skull.
The rain was nearby.
Close, but not here yet. The feelings weren’t as sharp, weren’t as all-consuming as they normally were, so I guessed the storm was miles away but still close enough to affect me.
“Cain,” I said again, louder this time. My voice trembled as I shook his shoulder. I tried not to let the panic in, tried to keep calm. Cain was here. It would be okay, I would be fine because Cain was here and he would help me. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me or to him.
We’d talked about this. He’d asked me what would help me best when the next rain came, what I normally did. I told him there wasn’t much to do in that prison cell to help relieve the symptoms except make myself come as many times as I could until I passed out.
He’d blushed and told me that was what he’d do for me.
But he wasn’t waking up.
I reached my hand under the blanket and wrapped my fingers around my stiff length, thrusting up as my eyes rolled shut. A moan slipped past my lips, and I reached for him again, shuttling my hand up and down my cock.
I needed him to…
“Cain,” I choked out, bowing forward, cum shooting across my stomach.
I tried to catch most of it in my hand, but I was gone.
Reality zipped out for a few long moments as I came, my toes curling against the sheets.
I gasped in a breath when my vision refocused, panting heavily as a boneless sensation melted through me.
But I was still hard.
I opened my legs wide and reached between them, spreading the cum over my hole, trying to push it inside myself.
“Ungh,” I moaned as my finger slipped past my rim. It wasn’t nearly enough. Every part of me was so sensitive. I was aching deep inside, aching on the surface, aching, aching, aching—
“Bow?” Cain’s sleep-roughened voice made my cock twitch. I looked over at him to see his dark eyes blinking at me. He reached his hand over, sliding it across my chest. “What’re you doing up?”
“Cain,” I panted, grabbing his hand and bringing it between my legs. “I need you.”
He tensed, stilled, then cursed and moved closer to me.
“Fuck. Is it the rain? Is it here? It’s okay, I got you, baby.
I’m right here.” His big hand covered mine, his finger following mine to my hole, and then he wrapped his other hand around my cock as he slipped his finger in right next to my own.
I groaned as he pushed in deeper, that feeling of fullness making me go limp.
“Goddamn. Is that your cum?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “You said—you said—”
Wait, no, this wasn’t how I wanted it. This wasn’t right. I wanted to be on my stomach, wanted him to hold me down, needed him to keep me pinned so I couldn’t hurt him—
I pulled his hand away from me, twisting onto my stomach.
“Cain. Cain, hold me down. Please.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, immediately rising over me until those massive thighs bracketed mine. His hot palm slid up my back and rested on the nape of my neck, fingers flexing into my skin. “You sure?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Please, Cain.”
The pressure on the back of my neck increased until I was completely immobilized. I moaned into the pillow as relief flooded my system.
Cain shifted, and I felt something big and hard brush against my ass. His breathing picked up, became heavier, and there was the sound of flesh on flesh as he jerked himself off. His hot cum painted my ass a moment later, and his grunts and groans made me fist the blanket.
“I’m gonna fill you and fuck you with my fingers ’til the rain’s gone, okay baby? I’ll hold you down the whole time. You won’t hurt me and you won’t hurt yourself. Alright?”
There was a tight knot in my chest, and all I could do was hum in agreement. I squeezed my eyes shut when tears blurred my vision.
His lips were on my shoulder, brushing soft kisses along my skin as he gathered his cum and spread it between my cheeks.
I bucked when his thick finger brushed against my hole and slid inside, then growled in frustration the moment he pulled it out. I tried to twist around, but his hand was holding me firmly in place.
I couldn’t move at all—and I loved that.
“Be patient, I’m coming,” he murmured. Warm wetness was pressed into my hole, two of those fingers now pushing their way inside me. My eyes rolled back when he slid over a spot that stole my breath. An array of colors sparked behind my eyes as the most intense pleasure held me captive.
“You like it right here?” His voice sounded faraway as he kept dragging his fingers along that one spot, and I thought he didn’t even need to hold me down anymore because I wouldn’t be able to move anyway. “That’s it, baby. Just focus on feeling good.”
A choked sound erupted from my throat, followed by a strangled moan as my entire body trembled.
His fingers were deep inside me, rubbing that spot over and over again, his thumb massaging the area behind my balls.
An electric heat radiated throughout my whole system, squeezing me tighter and tighter and—
My vision whited out as I came, every muscle tensing as pleasure consumed me. The warm, wet sensation of Cain’s tongue on my shoulder, those lips pressing into my heated skin, only intensified the dizzying sensations pumping through me, and I cried out.
Cain’s groan vibrated into my shoulder, his soft lips pressing into my skin, and I felt him coming again. He’d positioned the tip of his cock right at my hole, his cum pouring into me as he grunted and kept his lips on my skin, his hand on my neck, his body covering mine.
For a long while, all I heard was the heavy sound of our breaths, his chest moving against my back with every exhale. All I felt was this searing bliss that had invaded every inch of my body.
“How are you feeling?” he rasped, his deep voice making my toes curl. “Better?”
Had the rain already passed? I’d never, ever calmed down this quickly. I’d never been able to channel all that chaotic energy into sex like this; usually the aggression and urge to hurt or claw or kill or bite dominated when it rained.
Yeah. It had passed. I couldn’t sense it anymore, and it hadn’t fully come this way.
But I wanted him. I still wanted him.
“Yeah,” I said. “But I want to feel even better.”