Chapter 18
KILLIAN
Logan looks so beautiful with my cock wedged inside his cunt, his button-down shirt hiked up, his hard cock lying across his happy trail as precum leaks into his navel. He rests one arm over his head while reaching for his cock with the other.
“No.” I slap it away. “You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you.”
I wait for him to resist me again, but he drops his hand.
And in that moment, I know I’ve won.
He’s mine.
All fucking mine.
As I drag in and out of him, his body shifts about on my desk.
I appreciate just how tight his beautiful hole is.
I tried to be patient, but I’m sadistically pleased that he demanded I go this fast, which I’m sure is responsible for his firm grip on my shaft.
Now it’s my job to prove to him I wasn’t all talk with the things I said I’d do.
His body has adjusted to my size, so I’m more liberal in my movements, gripping firmer against his thighs as I plow into him, his back arching as he calls out, his ass trembling with every thrust.
“It’s like you can’t even think straight when my cock is in you.”
He grinds his teeth, shooting me a dirty look that makes me that much harder.
His body tenses up, firming its grip against my shaft, but I don’t hold back, just keep fucking, determined to satisfy this need in him. Soon his cock is bobbing up and down as I drill him, panting from the workout.
“That all you got?” he asks.
“Oh, I have plenty for you.” I speed up even more.
Damn, this guy’s impressive. To think this is his first time, and he just wants me to hammer away, shatter that fucking ass. My hips clap against his ass cheeks, the sound echoing throughout the room, music to my ears as it mixes with his moans.
“You take my cock so well. Such a good bottom, knowing you belong under me. Look at how your dick rises as I say that, because you just want to be dominated by me. Admit it.”
“Never,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Tell me.” I’m obsessed with him admitting defeat as I take him even harder until his expression strains, then quickly shifts back to pleasure. I grunt and lean down closer, thrusting slower, in broad motions, pulling back just past his prostate before diving back in. “Tell me.”
His gaze meets mine. He scowls. “I don’t have to do a damn thing.”
“And I don’t have to fuck you,” I warn.
“Then stop.” He’s calling my bluff. “I fucking dare you.”
But I can see his worry. He doesn’t want me to stop any more than I do, and stopping my movements is like throwing myself in front of a truck to bring it to a halt. I find the strength, though, tensing my neck and jaw as I bring myself to a halt.
“Bastard!” he calls out.
I catch my breath, warring against the part of me that wants to keep annihilating this hole.
“Admit you want to be dominated by me, Logan. Tell me you want me to come in your cunt. Tell me, or I won’t take you to the end.”
“You wouldn’t dare leave me like this,” he says, still fighting against what I know is in his goddamn soul.
“Why are you doing this to us?” I ask.
“Me?” He studies my expression like he can’t believe I’d place the blame on him, but this is all his fault. If he wasn’t so damn sexy, if everything he did didn’t drive me wild, I wouldn’t want him so badly.
I can tell he won’t give in easily, and Old Terror taught me a long time ago that you can’t ever bargain if you’re not willing to walk away.
I call out as I drag my cock from him, determined not to give him another moment’s pleasure until he gives me what I demand, even if pulling out of him is like driving a knife through my chest. This isn’t just emotional pain; it’s physical too.
And I hate him for doing this to me. To us. The fucking masochist.
“Killian, you goddamn bastard!” He grabs my wrists and pulls them away from his thighs, then uses his legs to hook around me and pull me back into him.
“Damn you!” I shout, fighting his grip.
“Don’t play these stupid games. Just fuck me. We both need this.”
“Give. Me. What. I. Want,” I fight out as I battle, not just the grip of his legs, but this thing inside me that wants to take us both to the end.
He gulps, his gaze wavering as he seems to struggle with something in himself that’s unwilling to give me those words.
I finally get the upper hand, gaining an inch, then another, when he says, “Is it really that easy to give up this ass? This ass you’ve wanted from the moment you had me in here?
Don’t you want to be the first man to ever make me come?
Don’t you want to be the first man to ever shoot with his fat cock jammed inside me? ”
I know what he’s doing, the fucking temptress.
No, I must be strong.
I have to end this before I lose control.
As I struggle out another inch, his hand rests against the side of my face, and we lock gazes.
“Killian.” I’m waiting for him to submit, but instead he says, “Please.” There’s a desperation to his words, as though if I pull out, he might die.
And given how it’s tearing me up trying to pull out of him, I suddenly hate myself for hurting him like this. Maybe because of his plea, or because I can’t take that pain anymore, I surrender, pushing back into him.
We moan together. I’m barely able to think straight as I’m driven by the urgency that radiates in my pelvis, this primal impulse that’s overtaken me. Logan’s ass is the drug, and I’m about to overdose.
“That’s right,” he whispers, “fuck me. Fuck me good.”
I grip the back of his neck, holding him in place as I give it to him, enjoying the way his body shakes with my thrusts, along with the subtle vibrations from how I’ve excited him.
It takes me higher and higher, the pressure mounting.
I lick my free hand, then reach down and stroke him.
“Come on, Logan. Give me that load. I want to soak you in your cum before I shoot in you.”
“Yes, yes.” He closes his eyes.
“No, look at me,” I demand, and he obeys.
He won’t admit he’s submitting to me, but can’t it be enough knowing that’s exactly what he’s doing? The answer is no, but I must accept, at least for our first time, it’s the best I’ll get.
As I look into those gorgeous blue eyes, I realize I’m not as strong as I once thought, stranded on a makeshift raft in the middle of a turbulent ocean.
I twist my wrist as I continue stroking him, and the way his expression tenses up, I know he’s close.
I struggle against my body’s impulses to release. I won’t go until he does.
“Come on. Give it to me, Log.”
It seems my words are too much for him because he twitches about.
“Yes, yes,” I mutter as I position his head to keep him looking at me so that I can see what satisfaction looks like on his face, sneaking a peek as his ass tightens up just before cum rushes from his shaft.
His jaw drops open as a moan drags out, and it’s all too much for me. I’m too high when the power reverberates through me. I shout out, a war cry as Logan places his hand against the back of my head, mirroring my hold as he keeps me in place.
“Look me in the eyes,” he demands, and I realize he wants the same satisfaction of knowing what he did to me, so I give in, staring deep into his eyes as I finish releasing, my body overwhelmed by the emotions that explode through me, leaving me without a sense of time and place.
Only of him.
I come…and keep coming…
Feels endless, like I’ll be frozen in this blissed-out state forever.
There’s only that pure satisfaction of release until I come back into my body to feel the heat, the sweat, and how out of breath I am from the labor Logan put me through.
I drop down close to him, enjoying the warmth he gives off, feeling his cum against my belly as he’s trapped beneath me.
He doesn’t resist me or tell me to get the fuck off him, only lies there, his breath deepening.
I turn to face him, and he stares up at the ceiling, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.
I put more of my weight on him and whisper against his cheek, “That pussy’s even better than I imagined.”
He closes his eyes.
I see his regret, and I despise him for it.
How could he feel any regret for what we did?
“Tell me you liked it,” I demand.
“I don’t know why I did that.”
Still locked in this primal state, I growl, the monster about to attack. “Don’t pretend you don’t like having my cock buried inside you. Don’t act like you don’t wish I wasn’t wearing this condom so I’d be breeding this hole.”
He cringes. “Stop talking like that. You’re disgusting.”
“You like it.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Liar!”
After he begged me to keep going, how dare he act like this now?
He turns to face me, and I move forward quickly to take a kiss, but stop myself, only to see his lips half parted, eyes locked on my mouth, every possible sign that he wants it, yet he insists on lying to himself.
“No,” I say. “You don’t get that until you plead for it.”
I rest my face against the side of his before licking up his cheek. He closes his eyes, as though trying to enjoy as much as I’m willing to give.
“Get off me.” I almost can’t hear him say the words before he bashes his hands against my chest. “I said get the fuck off me.”
I want to stay inside him as long as possible, but if he’s going to act like this, then he doesn’t deserve to be filled with my cock anymore.
I lean back, sliding out, admiring the cum that still paints his abdomen.
I did that, and I’m proud of the fact, wanting to lick it off since I earned it, but now isn’t the time, and fuck him for that.
He disregards the mess, stepping off the desk and pulling his boxers and pants up, fastening them before running his hand through his hair. When he looks at me again, this time there isn’t the desperate need I saw when I was fucking him. Only fury.
He rushes me, giving me a shove, which catches me off guard.
“Fuck you,” he practically spits out.
“Didn’t we just do that?” I quip, earning a sneer.
“You knew I didn’t want that, yet you kept pushing.”
“Are you saying that was against your will?”
“That’s not what I meant. But in a way, yes. You have taken control of my will. You think I haven’t heard about the Lorde charm? The power you have over people? And now you’ve weaponized it against me, your ally? All for what? So you can get your dick wet? You’re sick.”
I clench my fists. “You’re putting this all on me when you’re the one acting like a fucking slut around me. I was ready to end this before you kept pushing, demanding I fuck you.”
“Shut the fuck up!” he calls out, raising his hands toward his face, as if my words pain him.
I quiet. Angry as I am, it’s clear that what I’m doing is hurting him. I have to stop before he gets worse.
“Logan, I’m—”
Before I can apologize, he snaps, “I will never submit to you, Killian Lorde.”
“Are you in denial about what we just did?”
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
It’s true because it’s not just his body I wanted him to surrender to me. He refused to give me the words I desperately wanted to hear, even though I know with every fiber of my being that he wanted to give me…everything.
He’s holding back, and I hate him for that.
He gets in my face. “I am the leader of the Wildes, and I submit to no one.”
Even after what we just did, his words stir a fire in my chest that makes me want to attack. If we were wolves, I would already have my teeth in his jugular, but I wouldn’t do that to him. No.
This makes me wish Sik Vik was still alive so I could take this all out on him.
“Yes. You. Will.”
He comes for me again, and I snatch his shirt collar, yanking him toward me so his face is millimeters from mine. “You will submit to me, Logan. And you will like it.”
He thrashes about, and I release him. “Never,” he forces out, as though he’s having to strain even to let his body say that.
He snatches his shoes off the floor, and I have to keep from chasing after him as he rushes for the door. When he opens it, I call out, “When will I see you again?”
He stops in place. “I don’t want to see you ever again,” he says without looking at me. He might as well have torn into my gut with a blade, and I feel a flash of panic before he adds, “But maybe next week.”
He rushes out, leaving me spinning from the intense fuck and that final confrontation—this part of Logan that can’t stand what he knows in his heart is true. What I learned is true from what we just shared.
He wants to submit as much as I want to dominate him. He craves it deep in his soul. Logan is a bright fire of rage, and I’m the black smoke that needs to consume him.