Chapter 47
The options Sophie had so well presented for him looked and smelled good, but Mark couldn’t get himself to touch the plate.
Had he been wrong to close his mind to Caster’s intrusion?
He’d only done it to avoid the real possibility that his offer for more than today would be rejected.
And now, he’d made it worse. It was a foreign feeling, never having experienced it even with Zeke, but his heart beat faster as anxiety coursed through him.
It was a dangerous idea, but he was certain he couldn’t survive Caster’s rejection. Did that mean...?
He shook his head to dislodge the thought.
That was impossible. It was too soon for him to start defining their relationship as anything more than an attraction.
An all-consuming, impossible-to-resist attraction, but nothing more.
He had loved only once, and he was certain he wasn’t lucky enough to find that certainty, that safety twice in his life.
Still, he held himself in a waiting pattern. If Caster walked out dressed and offered him an excuse to leave, he would accept it, right? The unexpected, sharp pain invading his chest denied his assessment. It would hurt. It would be unbearable.
Still, he held on to the mental blocks keeping Caster from his thoughts. There was no need to show him how much power he had.
His wolf’s sudden movement was the only indication that Caster was in the room with him. He’d been so lost in his anxiety he had forgotten to pay attention to his surroundings.
He reached for the glass of juice to keep from turning toward Caster and then released the breath he’d held on to in anticipation when Caster’s hand floated through his hair. All anxiety, all fear dissipated into the gentle touch. It was as if his hand held the key to a world he’d long locked away.
He turned to face him, his mouth open, words ready to spill forth, words he had yet to form, but Caster’s subtle shake of the head stalled all thought.
He abandoned thoughts of food, rising to his knees on the couch, as Caster leaned closer and their lips met.
The gentle longing from before disappeared into an unparalleled desperation to dissolve into each other.
Caster’s hand in his hair tightened to the point of pain, and Mark pushed as close as the barrier that was the back of the couch would allow, the wood beneath the soft cushion digging into his waist.
Without breaking the kiss, Caster pulled him over that barrier and into the warm embrace of his naked body.
Mark wanted to rid himself of the next hindrance, the bathrobe he’d held on to as further protection, but Caster was too strong.
He surrendered to that strength, all fear, all anxiety dissolving away.
How had he thought he could stay away from this?
In the distance, between breaths, he moved.
When next he pulled away from the conflagration that was their need for each other, Caster pushed him onto the mess of bedding they’d left behind earlier.
Again, in his haste to obey, he tangled with the sheets, but nothing could dampen the need consuming them.
Caster yanked the sheets away from Mark’s legs, the forceful action a blur. Before he could formulate another thought, before he could take a full breath, he was on his side, the delicious pain of Caster’s cock finding its way home flooding his mind and body.
The pain was intense, even with the careful preparation from before, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Caster held still as he breathed through the assault, his masochist mind appreciating the pain in ways most would struggle to understand.
He turned his head to find Caster staring at him with strained calm.
He released one last long exhale and nodded his trust.
All the words in the world wouldn’t come close to describing the sensation of a desperate Caster inside him.
It was as if he was destroyed and stitched back together again with every thrust. His moans died to a few whimpers as the intensity of Caster’s thrusts reached a crescendo.
The bed shook, his breaths now in perfect synchrony with the unrelenting movement of Caster’s hips, his cock hitting the right spot every time.
He reached for Caster’s hand on his hip, wrapping his fingers around his wrist in an effort to stave off the unrelenting snowball effect of each thrust. He was there. His cock throbbed, his skin tingled with his impending release, inevitable in its pursuit of him.
He tightened his hold, called out to Caster, warning him he was losing the fight, but the desperate need in the sharp snap of Caster’s hips, the way his cock seemed to go deeper with each thrust, and his harsh breath tickling Mark’s ear all worked against him.
“You’re there?”
Caster’s voice floated somewhere above him, and he released the last vestiges of resistance, opening his mind to the person taking everything else.
“Come with me!”
His body bowed forward with the force of the orgasm, the strongest one yet.
He tried to breathe through it, but his breath caught every time, and he had to start over.
The tingle of residual pleasure in his belly amplified the effects of a few seconds of indescribable pleasure, and he was on the precipice again.
This time, he did nothing to prevent the inevitable release his mind had craved for ten years.
He jumped off the cliff and took to the open subspace sky, his mind floating past reality and into the space only a select few get to experience.
His body was a series of jerks as his surrender amplified his pleasure.
He was aware of Caster’s arms, the strength grounding him, but even that was something outside of this experience.
He reached for it with both hands, allowing its healing essence to wipe away all doubt, all fear as he slipped past consciousness, no longer aware of anything but ecstasy.