Chapter 15
Cesar
I dread to imagine what could have happened if it hadn’t been for Eli.
My mind’s still fuzzy, like a dark labyrinth around my soul, but the windows are now cracked wide enough to let in daylight and guide me to my sweet, beautiful companion.
With Sullivan dead, I’d thought myself untouchable, free of a leash that hung over me like a noose, but as it turns out, my former master put safeguards in place and entrusted the words to Lyle.
I don’t remember them. The first few—yes—but once I’m past a threshold, parts of me disappear, turned off, as if my body was a building and the person saying the long phrase held the power to turn off the lights.
I might be fearless, but when that happens, I’m scared like the child I was when that reaction was first instilled in me. With the words, Lyle had the power to make me obey and even die, but Eli freed me. Eli pulled me back to the surface. How can I ever repay him?
Our bodies are steaming hot as I push past the door and enter the cabin with my pants pooling at my ankles.
I gravitate toward the couch, eager to give him the comfort he surely needs.
I have so much mess to deal with, but first, I shall take care of Eli, give him pleasure and leave him to rest under a blanket.
He’s wonderful.
I don’t deserve him.
He has eyes only for me. Parts of what happened right after he pulled me out are vague, as if I’m not myself, but the attack dog I was forged into.
As through fog, I remember the word love being repeated. Another thing I don’t deserve but which he gives me so freely.
I don’t know what Eli’s done, but there’s lots of blood drying on him, and a hammer laid next to Lyle’s smashed-in head. He’s no experienced killer, yet he did that. For me.
And now I have him in my arms. So vulnerable, half naked, his cock still hard, his face red.
I’m horny again just looking at him when I think that he’s got my cum inside him.
I’m calming down, getting back to myself, but the beast is still there as I change the angle of my arm so I can reach his hole with my fingers. So slippery and available.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My cock was already softening, but somewhere between the door and the couch, my brain started buzzing with desire, as if I haven’t just come. It’s insane. He is making me insane, but who the fuck cares? I want him, and he told me I should take him whenever I need to.
Right now, I most definitely do.
There’s a rug in front of the log burner, and when I step on it, it becomes clear I don’t want to wait a moment longer.
Eli holds on to me with more force when I lower both of us to the floor.
I only let go of him when I’m sure it’s safe, and he whines, rolling his hips impatiently.
His cock is so hard it might burst at any moment, balls like two weights, and when he spreads his legs, the slick hole between his buttocks beckons me closer.
It’s swollen from our fuck, ripe, tender, and I want to be inside it again like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
Maybe it’s the effects of my trance, the adrenaline and shock of being taken down with such ease, but I want to fill Eli with my DNA, and turn him into a trembling, moaning mess who can’t live without me.
He glances over his shoulder, but I can’t wait and pull him to my chest as we lie almost flat, his face in the rug.
He makes that little whine I love so much. Like he’s the cute slinky fox to my wolf. He turns his head enough to meet my eye, his own widening when I press my cock into his crack.
“Again?” he whispers, but rocks back like a good boy, and my dick breaches his cum-slicked channel with ease.
“Ohh fuck,” I mumble when Eli’s legs slide all the way apart, and I lie flat on top of him.
Eli wiggles under me, and while he might have taken down Lyle, he’s no match for me, and will be staying where I want him unless I let him out. Which isn’t soon, because his ass feels so good.
“Yes. Take what you need,” he mumbles, half-lucid. “It’s so thick…”
I’ve had pliant sex partners before, but Eli is something else.
He gives himself completely. His body is mine.
He might have taken over the reins from Sullivan, but the relationship between us is nothing like the one I had with my previous master.
I used to be the dog beaten into obedience.
Now I’m the domesticated wolf who pulls the leash a little too hard, yet gets petted nonetheless.
The rush in my head is impossible to describe. All I know is that I need more. Harder. Faster.
I drag his pants down, until one leg is off, and he can spread his thighs wider, and then wrap him in my arms as tightly as I can, until his back feels like an integral part of my own body.
He smells like life. Like the summer, and spring.
Like freedom. It’s indescribable, and being inside his body—incomparable to fucking any other man in my past.
He’s my North Star. The only person who matters, and I’ll fuck him until he can’t imagine a life without me.
“Do you like that? Stretching your tight hole so it’s perfect for my dick,” I rasp and bite his ear. “I can’t help myself, I need to leave another load inside you.”
His moans are perfection every time I slap my hips hard against his ass. “Yes. Oh fuck. Breed me whenever, I’m your bitch, and you’re my wolf.”
I’m melting. My brain is no longer on, because all I know is the tightness of his ass, the soft warmth of his body, and that scent, which I want to only ever sense in combination with mine.
“Then take it. Take my cock,” I growl, holding him while my hips work, thrusting into him rapidly. The world’s falling out of focus, but I don’t care as long as I’m allowed on top of him, inside him.
We really are like two animals, and I react to every twitch, every moan he makes, rewarding him with kisses and nips he’s so very eager for.
“Fuck. You’re hitting the right spot,” Eli whines. “Feel that?” he asks and I gasp when he squeezes the muscles in his ass around me several times, sucking me in, hugging me again and again until I can’t help it and let him milk me dry.
I fall, jabbing my hips into him as ecstasy swirls inside me, squeezing my balls until they’re so empty they ache. Fuck, how I want him. How very badly I need him with me now, and even as my cock is too sensitive to keep up with the fucking, a part of me wants to keep going while he goes wild.
I settle on top of him, catching my breath, completely pumped out. In the glow of my easing arousal, I slide my hands up the sides of his body, just enjoying how his hair smells of my shampoo, and how much warmth the nearby fire gives us.
“I love feeling it inside me,” Eli confesses in a whisper, gently wiggling his ass.
I grin and push my face into the crook of his neck, kissing his skin. This time, my dick retreats on its own, softening, and I follow the fragrant trail of sweat down Eli’s back, rubbing my face against him while he moans, still not satisfied.
I wish I could give him more, and I’m half of the mind to fuck him with my fingers next. But when I kneel behind him and see what a delicious sight he makes with cum pooling between the cheeks of his ass, a frenzy makes me drag his hips up and dive right in.
He’s salty, musky, and absolutely delicious when his body goes limp in front of me.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Fuck you’re good at this,” Eli says between one gasp and another, not making a single protest about the new position.
I can see his dick now, and the trail of pre-cum it left on the rug. It’s like a ripe fruit, so I grab it as I get back to eating his ass, licking it up. Eli’s little wiggles spur me on as he tries to fuck my hand, needy like a cat in heat.
I love the earthy taste of his body, but the texture of that delicate flesh is somehow even better, so I give it my all, caressing him while I stroke his dick.
His hole tightens around the tip of my tongue, and then I feel him coming, and even the scent of his body changes when charges of bliss pulse through him in rapid succession.
Still, I only stop eating him when he’s slumped on the rug, his batteries drained even more than mine.
Rolling to my back, I stare at the ceiling and find Eli’s warm hand. “Thank you…”
He shifts to his side to lay close to me, a beautiful mess of a man only I can handle.
“Cesar… I have so many questions, but no energy to ask them.” Eli kisses my shoulder with his eyes closed, but that’s not enough for me, so I pull him closer, until his gray head rests on my chest.
“Yeah. I’m all pumped out too,” I mumble, stretching on the rug.
“I need to know if we’re safe for now or if we should expect more ‘guests’.”
I roll my head left and right. “Don’t think so. At least not immediately, but if they don’t make contact for too long, there might be someone new coming. I think we should leave tomorrow.”
“And who the fuck were they? Who did I kill?” he lowers his voice as if the ghosts of the men left outside could hear him.
I shrug. “Ah, Lyle, Sullivan’s personal security and an all-round dickhead. Sorry you had to be involved, lamb.”
“Funny you’d call me that, wolf. I know a tiny bit about your past, but the way you dealt with them was still…
very proficient. You didn’t hesitate. What did Lyle do to you at the end?
” Eli opens his eyes, his brows drawn, but even though he acknowledges what he saw, he still strokes my side as if I’m his pet wolf.
His touch is the only thing keeping me from freezing over, because of course my past has caught up with me.
It couldn’t just stay where the past should like I wanted, and now…
now he’ll find out all I’ve kept hidden.
Because what’s the point of coming up with another lie?
Especially after he’s been an open book to me about everything.
My hope is that he wants me too much to leave.