18. Chapter 18 #2
My tip lined up with his hole, and I sank inside him. Thomas arched his back and moaned loudly. My need for him and to come burned within. I wanted to be the animal he fantasized me to be—a true predator fucking its mate, its prey.
I pulled out and slammed back into him, forcing him to fall into the dirt and dried leaves. My hand dug into his hips hard enough to hurt, but Thomas didn’t stop me.
I let go of my control and allowed myself to simply feel. To allow my feral side to come out. Instincts ruled tonight.
My thrusts were hard and fast as I reached for his head and grabbed a fistful of his silky curls, yanking his head back. It forced him to arch his back more and suck me deeper inside him.
Thomas whimpered and clawed at the soil beneath him.
“Claim… me,” he grunted between the hard thrusts. “Show… the world… I belong… to Easton… Virgil.”
I pulled him up against me by his hair, and his head fell back onto my shoulder, exposing his neck. His body hung limply, and his cock was heavy, allowing me to do anything to him. This was my Zen. This was the moment I hadn’t even known I wanted.
And right then, I knew I would die for Thomas .
“Mine!” I growled and bit his neck hard, but not enough to draw blood. Thomas hissed, but made no move to stop me.
“Mine,” I said again, biting his shoulder.
“Yes… Yours forever.”
I shoved him forward into the ground and pumped harder and faster; the pressure growing nearly painfully. I pressed him down, clawing at his smooth back, fucking him, claiming him, owning him.
Thomas suddenly cried out as his ass squeezed me like a vise. I grunted from the extra pressure and stimulation. He pulsed around my cock and I suddenly came explosively inside him, filling him with my cum.
I kept moving, milking every drop out of me, not wanting to come back down to reality and rational thought.
My mask hadn’t only been off, but it disintegrated into dust in those short moments.
I fell on top of his heaving, hot body, trying to catch my breath, my cock falling limply out of him. He whimpered again, but he didn’t move.
“Oh. My. God,” he groaned, his voice raspy and hoarse.
I sat up and pulled him up with me. He turned around and sat on his ass, resting his forehead against my chest. Thomas was covered in dirt, and leaves were stuck in his hair, making him look like some rabid animal or feral child.
I chuckled and plucked some leaves and twigs out of his curls, noting that his glasses were missing. I searched the ground and found them. After I cleaned them off with my shirt, I put them on his nose .
“Did it meet your expectations?” I asked. It had certainly met mine.
Thomas shook his head, and I tried not to be disappointed because I wanted to do it again. “No, it was even better. That was the sexiest and hottest thing ever .” He lifted his face, looking completely blissed-out. “I actually came without having my dick touched. First time ever … holy hell…”
I smiled, which was something I was doing more of since meeting Thomas. “You did?”
He nodded languidly before resting his forehead on my chest again and squirming. “Phew, I’m going to feel that for a few days, but I like that too. It will remind me of tonight and how hot it was… not that I would ever forget.”
“So we can do this again?” While I asked, I knew we would definitely be doing it again.
“Yeah, I’d love that.”
“Good.” I pulled out my dagger, warm from sitting in my pocket, and an alcohol swab packet. I tore it open and wiped the blade clean.
“Give me your hand.”
Thomas held out his hand, palm up, without hesitation. I took it and also cleaned it since it was covered in dirt. “We’re going to bond now.”
He smiled brightly at me, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “Okay. Will it hurt?”
“Yes.”
He nodded once and straightened his shoulders. “Do it.”
I had no intention of cutting so deep that we needed stitches like Sully and Malik did. This was just enough to exchange blood .
I held Thomas’s hand firmly in mine, palm up, and pressed the tip of my knife into his skin. The cut was swift, and he bled quickly. He hissed and jerked his hand a little, but braved it out. I let him go and slid the blade across my own palm. With dripping blood, I pressed my hand to his.
“You will always belong to me. This mark proves it to others. Your blood is my blood. My blood is your blood.”
Thomas bit his bottom lip, smiling through it, his eyes glistening. “And you’ll always belong to me, so if you ever break up with me, I’m going to be super pissed.”
I smirked at his swearing and possessiveness. “And what would you do if I did?”
He huffed at me. “I’ll hunt you down like you did with me, except there won’t be any fucking. Or I might hurt you a little.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his throat. “And how would you do that? You can’t fight. You don’t know weapons. You can barely run without falling.”
“Yeah, well… I’d have to be clever about it. Catch you unaware.”
“That could work. But I have no intention of breaking up with you.”
“Good. You better not.”
When I sat up, he pulled me into a kiss, getting blood on my face. “Does this mean we’re married now?”
“If that’s what you want, little rabbit.”
“I want.”
“But that also means you’re mine in all ways. You’ll come live with me.”
“But… ”
I gripped his chin. “Get your life in order, and then you’ll move in. Understood?”
“Okay. Yeah.”
He stood, pulled up his pants, and zipped them. Then he turned his sweater and T-shirt right-side-out and pulled them over his head.
“I’m sorry. I got your sweater all dirty,” he said, brushing off leaf and twig debris.
“I’ll get you another one.”
He looked at me, biting his bottom lip. “So… uhm… Can you keep calling me your little rabbit? I like it.”
“If you wish.”
“I wish.”