Chapter 26
KILLIAN
Logan’s not behaving like the restrained, put-together man I’m used to. He’s that beautiful, feral falcon, putting up the fight I love, and while I’m trying to give him what he needs, I don’t want to hurt him.
At least, not more than I must.
But the way he resists makes it seem like hurting him is exactly what he wants from me, and I can’t pretend this isn’t hot as hell for me too.
His teeth bared, ready for attack, he has me certain that if I try to kiss him again, my lips will regret it.
I’m not even sure how much power Logan has over this part he’s unleashed.
“Are you going to be good?” I ask him.
“Why don’t you try me and find out?” He gnashes at me like the feisty beast he is.
His teeth are his only advantage now, so I know better than to test him again, especially with the taste of blood still lingering on my tongue. I tighten my hold on his throat, pressing down until his head rests against the floor. “I told you to be nice,” I warn him.
His body trembles beneath me, but he steadies himself, like a wolf that’s realized it’s in its best interests to stop resisting.
I take a chance, stealing another kiss. He doesn’t kiss back, but he doesn’t bite me either, so the threat of my grip is enough to contain him. For now.
He finally parts his teeth, allowing my tongue to slip between, then moans into my mouth.
His resistance, followed by his submission, makes my cock strain in my boxers, and I can feel he’s just as hard, his erection pushed up against me. When I pull away from his mouth, his eyes are sealed as he leans into me, like he doesn’t want us to part.
“Did you really think that was all I wanted to claim?” I tell him, and he opens his eyes.
“Bastard,” he mutters.
“You’re only making this worse for yourself. Because you know what I’m going to do now won’t involve lube, and I imagine you’ll want to make this easy on yourself.”
I see the panic in his expression, the fear, and I wonder if he fears me or the part of himself that clearly wants to be taken like this.
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I’ll go slow. But if you give me any trouble, as I’ve told you before, I don’t mind making you bleed either.”
There’s a pulse of excitement in his eyes before I release his throat and unfasten my fly. I pull down my pants and boxers, exposing my aching cock. Precum leaks down onto his abdomen, and I rub it into his flesh.
“There I am,” I tell him. “Staining your beautiful flesh. And now I’ll stain you inside again.”
I spit in my palm before lathering it across my shaft. While I do this, he makes another attempt to regain control of his arms, but I keep him pinned down firmly, unwilling to fail this latest challenge from my Wilde man.
I position my cock against his ass, feeling my fingers along the crack for the opening before pressing the head against it. His expression tenses, but his body surrenders, because he surely knows that right now is not the time for his muscles to be resisting anything.
I’m still not slick enough, so I spit a few more times into my hand, transferring the lubricant to my cock and repeating the process until I’m able to inch inside.
He groans. It must sting, so I slow my pace, when he says, “If you’re gonna take me, then take me.”
I bend to his request, forcing myself deeper, and he rears his head back, screaming. “Fuck, damn, fucker.”
His words only make me that much harder, which can’t be making taking me any easier. I place my hand back on his throat. “Now you’re gonna kiss me again, Logan. And just keep in mind, the more you bite, the more I can make this hurt.”
He cringes as he continues steadily taking me, and I give a quick test with a kiss, ready to pull away if he tries to bite me again. He doesn’t fight me this time, though. He’s also not too willing either, which prompts me to tell him, “Kiss me back…or else.”
He hesitates, but only for a moment before hastily moving to my lips, offering me the sort of kiss I so desperately want. His tongue greets mine as I continue gaining inches inside him.
I want him to submit, but I’m enjoying taking him just as much.
Soon his kisses are greedy for my mouth, without restraint or apprehension, surely because of the way my cock is pushing against that tender spot, giving him what he’s really needed this whole time.
“I can make you feel so good, Log,” I assure him between kisses. “This beast inside you that craves these twisted things…my monster can give it exactly what it wants.”
With that, I push in another inch, and he arches his back, his lips pulling away as he calls out, but this time he doesn’t sound pained, his moan full of satisfaction, before he turns to me with a blissed-out expression.
I offer another forceful thrust, then another and another, taking what’s mine now. When I kiss him again, he surrenders to it completely, his ass opening up for me even more.
“Take it,” he says into my mouth. “Take it…it’s yours.”
I put his ass through it, proving myself to him through my drilling as I keep climbing, my body needing release from the night I’ve had.
“Harder,” he begs.
Sweat drizzles from my bangs onto his forehead as I serve his ass, the urgency in my pelvis pulling me toward the edge so fast. “You want to be stained with me again? Want me to ruin this hole?”
I’m waiting for an objection, for him to say no or don’t, the way he might’ve before, but instead he says, “Ruin me.”
It’s like he knew the words I needed to hear because the pressure mounts too quickly and my body forces me through a series of powerful thrusts.
His ass clenches up, maybe some last-ditch attempt from his body to stop me from my quest, maybe to make it that much more pleasurable.
Whatever his reasons, it only serves the latter.
One more powerful push has my pelvis locked against his ass as I fill him up, as if my body wants to get my cum as far into him as I can manage, paint every inch inside him.
“Take me,” I tell him, pulling out so I can ram him once more.
He whimpers, his face tightening up along with his ass, and I glance down to see his load shoot across his happy trail, making a path up to his abs, just above his navel.
Pride swells in my chest—from giving him what he wants, from taking what’s mine, from knowing I got him off.
I don’t chance releasing his wrists, instead lowering myself down, pushing my weight against him as I remain buried inside his hole.
His cum wedges between us, sliding across my belly.
“That’s right,” I tell him. “Mark your territory while I mark mine.”
He stares at the ceiling, his cheeks pink from the workout, his gaze far off as he catches his breath.
His expression, the way his body trembles beneath me, he seems the way he might if I’d truly taken him against his will.
That shouldn’t satisfy me, but between what we shared in my basement and what we’ve just done together, I feel as though, if someone were to snipe me this moment, it would be the perfect time because all I would know before my death is pure, unadulterated peace.
Inspired, I lick up his cheek, and he turns to me, blinking, then gulping.
“Killian,” he says before taking the sort of breaths I’d expect from him after an intense workout.
“Yes, wifey?”
“The reason I’ve been struggling the past few days is because of those things you told me.
And it is a lot, and I don’t know that I’m okay with any of it.
There are things I imagined my future could hold, beautiful things I’m having to come to terms with losing, and it feels like grief.
I always thought I’d find a great love, and maybe that’s a childish fantasy, but it was something I wanted to be different for me than what my parents had.
But now here we are, and I’m having to sacrifice even more of my dreams… ”
My dick swells again within him, and he says, “Does that arouse you?”
I don’t reply because he already has his answer.
“You said you wanted me to be a clipped falcon, and maybe I shouldn’t have been so affected by that because the truth is, my wings have never worked to begin with.
This relationship, though, I do trust you’ll keep us safe.
And I can accept respect and appreciation in lieu of all the other stuff I wanted… those things I hoped for.”
He looked happy throughout our fuck, but that’s gone, this sorrow to him now, making me wish I could reach into my chest and tear out my heart.
“It’s a difficult victory to accept,” I admit. “If I could tame this monster in me to let you have the things you desire, to permit you to find someone who could sate these desires in you, I would, but I know myself and I know better. People would get hurt.”
“I believe you.”
“But you’re willing to marry a monster?”
“Yes,” he says so quickly, I don’t imagine it’s because he’s not considering it, but because he’s considered it enough to know it’s the only answer.
And it tugs at an ease within me, makes me feel as though, fucked up as tonight was, it was all worth it if it means I get to have my prize. I lean down close to him, keeping his hands in place as I rest my forehead against his, his hot breath rushing against my face.
“Logan Wilde. Will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?” The words push past my lips effortlessly, like they’ve been waiting all this time for me to say them as they needed to be said.
The room is so silent, despite the screams still echoing in my mind, and as Logan breathes, “Yes,” I seal the promise with a kiss.
“My little falcon, clipped and tamed, mine once and for all.”
I expect to see defeat in his expression, but he looks blissed out, utterly satisfied, which fills me with pride.