Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Rob had been tall even then, over six feet before he left, and the size of his feet had suggested he hadn’t hit his final growth spurt.
For my part, I’d never managed to grow past five foot eight, even though my driver’s license said five-nine.
So when he caught me under the thigh and hoisted me up, dropping my knees near my shoulders and folding me in half with my ass sticking obscenely up in the air, he didn’t even have to stretch to keep his hand over my mouth while he bent down behind me.
I started to struggle again when I felt his breath brush over my bare ass.
I couldn’t help it. No one ever looked at me up close like that.
Was there hair in odd places? I hadn’t checked in years, not since I’d been having casual sex.
What if he licked me once and then walked out in disgust?
I’d taken that shower before bed, so I ought to be…
“Beautiful,” he murmured, as he pressed his lips to my left cheek. “So beautiful.”
“Mmmph!” Fucking damn it, I needed his hand out of the way, because maybe I could allow him to break in and tie me up without too much protest, but he’d crossed a line with that lying bullshit. My erection wilted, a nasty churning starting up in my chest. “Mmmm!”
“Yeah, I know you don’t believe it,” he said, and kissed the right side. My skin prickled where his lips brushed it, like pins and needles—only coming alive for the first time ever, not just after a temporary loss of sensation.
And how the hell had he read my mind like that? Read my body too, because I’d started squirming, almost pressing myself back for more, shameless and involuntary, even as my face went as hot as the surface of the sun with embarrassment.
But my hands were still bound, my body helpless, and I couldn’t sabotage myself by escaping.
Gods, I was such a fucking mess.
“You don’t have to believe it,” he went on, and kissed me a little closer to the center. The hand covering my mouth hadn’t so much as flexed, his arm like steel around my folded body. “It’s the truth. Beautiful, Finian. And sweet.”
His mouth finally found its target. The first swipe of his tongue nearly shorted out my nervous system.
He licked me from my balls all the way up and through, and then down again, teasing his tongue around my rim, every millimeter of flesh lighting up with tingling sensation that seemed to burrow inside me, opening me, making me ache to be filled.
I tried to moan his name, and his hand pressed even harder against my face, my lips immobile.
“No,” he said, with absolute firmness, and then thrust his tongue inside me. His name, and every other word I’d ever known, flew out of my head and disappeared.
Maybe they needed to make room for the way he started reaming me, twisting his tongue, rough stubble scraping my inner thighs raw, hot and wet and with a hint of his fangs.
A human might have been terrified, but any damage he did to me would heal within minutes, and I wanted it—wanted everything, wanted to be hurt if it meant he’d take me and use me and make me his the way he’d promised.
Threatened. Whatever.
My lower legs and feet were scrunched at an uncomfortable angle, and I tried to shift them, only to be put firmly in my place with his grip around my thigh.
I twisted my neck, my face sweaty and damp with tears, hair stuck to my temples.
I needed air, I needed to moan, my hole was stretched around his tongue and he was tasting the inside of me, my cock throbbed and my balls ached—
And he pulled back, leaving me cold and empty, and sat up.
That hand stayed over my mouth, and with the other, he held my ass open.
And then he simply stayed there.
Presumably looking down at me. At the wet, shiny stretch of my hole.
My arms had started to ache, bound up behind me with my wrists at the small of my back, and I sent a pulse of magic down into my forearms, asking my restraints nicely.
The leather slithered itself into a better shape, playing out a length of strap between my wrists so that they were still bound, but further apart, with my arms pulled at a less aggressive angle.
Apparently they didn’t mind allowing me to enjoy myself as long as I didn’t try to get away from Rob.
Rob. I’d tried not to even think his name for years and years. It hurt too much.
But it had to be him, it had to. Even if I’d been human, without my shifter senses, that tight, hot little knot of awareness lodged under my sternum would’ve been a sign.
That didn’t do anything to calm me. If anything, I was more afraid of Rob than I’d have been of some random alpha who’d stalked me and broken in to have his way with me.
This was personal.
I didn’t do personal.
And I was terrified, heart buzzing in my chest, getting lightheaded from the limited amount of oxygen I could get through my nose.
He let go of my leg. Soft sounds had to be his button and zipper. The bed dipped back and forth as he eased his pants down over his hips.
“I know you can use magic to get yourself wet for me,” he said, and now he didn’t sound quite so calm, at least. “I’ve seen you do it through your window on nights when you use that giant dildo. It’s not as big as I am, by the way.”
Oh, fucking fuck. He’d watched me, watched me…
I closed my eyes tightly, as if I could retroactively close his and keep him from seeing me all red and sweaty and wanton, my face covered in that blotchy birthmark, working an eight-inch knotted dildo into my ass with magical lube dripping all over the bed.
It’s not as big as I am, by the way only registered as his thick cockhead pressed against my hole. My eyes popped open again, wide and round, and I stared at the edge of my pillow in horror and thrilled delight.
A spark of agonized desire stabbed into me. Gods, I wanted, I wanted…
…And my magic answered me, swirling down through my body and concentrating between my legs, summoning what it needed out of the air and transmuting it into a slick layer coating me inside and out.
A lot of magic boiled down to extremely sophisticated chemistry—not that difficult to understand, if you knew what you were seeing.
But if you didn’t, it could be extraordinary. Rob seemed to think so, now that he had the chance to see my little trick up close. I’d have smiled against his hand as I heard his quick, indrawn breath of astonishment, if he hadn’t been holding my mouth too tightly for the motion.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, sounding unguarded for the first time.
It threw me back into a memory I hadn’t thought of for years.
We’d been standing by the side of a creek down at the end of my parents’ orchard right at dusk.
He would’ve been fifteen or so, making me about eleven.
It took a lot to startle a pair of country werewolves, but we’d both jumped a foot in the air as a giant owl neither of us had noticed burst out of a tree overhead, hooting so loudly it’d echoed off a big rock across the way.
“Fuck me,” Rob had said, in that particular tone of “I’m surprised and kind of impressed, but I’m too cool to want to admit it” that he’d patented. Then he’d asked me not to snitch on him to my mom for cussing in front of me, and I’d pinky-promised.
Fuck me. He’d used that expression a lot.
And I knew. I absolutely knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the alpha about to fuck me through my mattress was the boy I’d fallen in love with before I even knew what it meant.
Not a boy anymore, though. And neither was I.
He pushed in, slowly enough that I could feel every glorious, thick inch of him. I could already tell he had more girth than my toy, and then he kept leaning forward, deeper and deeper, showing me he had more length too.
When he paused with his hips pressing against my ass, his balls resting against mine, I could hardly breathe.
Spots swam in my vision. I panicked for a second, thrashing, the world narrowing down to the pressure inside me from all directions, that thick cock impaling me, my lungs seizing, with my feet pinned and my hands clawing at the empty air…
Rob released my mouth and wrapped his hand around the nape of my neck, and I frantically sucked in air, twisting my head to the side and gasping. My scalp tingled; my whole body prickled with sweat and heat. The remaining bits of my clothing clinging to me had become intolerable.
“Breathe, Finian,” he said. Thanks so much, Captain Fucking Obvious.
Before I could even try to snarl at him out loud, he thrust into me.
Hard, hard enough to shove me up the bed and rock the frame into the wall with a thud.
My wail cut off in another gasp as he ground his hips into me, his cockhead lodged so deep inside that I couldn’t get enough air for a full scream.
When he pulled back, the drag of his cock felt endless, hitting every nerve on the way out.
Rob slammed into me, fast on the way in, slow on the way out, pinning me by the back of my neck almost casually, as if he had such total confidence in my subjugation that he didn’t even need to try.
He didn’t. Even the restraints were almost superfluous as he kept me folded in half and worked that huge cock in and out of me like I was the sex toy in this equation.
My orgasm built the way my magic often did when I worked a complicated spell, rising like the tide, pulling all my muscles taut, buzzing in my brain and down my spine.
The sound of his thrusts, all slick and squelchy, punctuated the susurrus of my soft groans and the little whines that I couldn’t keep in.
“That’s right,” he said, so low it almost sounded like he was talking to himself.
But even my lower-end-of-average werewolf hearing couldn’t miss a word.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this.” Another powerful thrust, this time angling up and making me yelp, feeling like he might rip me in half, except that it made me clench around him and almost come instead.
“Every night. Watching you take it. Feeling you take me.”
That thrust nearly drove the headboard through the wall, the bed creaking, the legs thudding up and then down again.
He grunted, leaned his weight on me, and said in my ear, “Time to come on my knot, Finian,” and that was enough.
More than enough. The world whited out, my ears rang, and my orgasm wrenched itself out of me, leaving me limp and gasping, the best fucking thing I’d ever felt in my life.
With my face and neck and upper chest mashed into the mattress, and my body folded so much that my thighs were sticking to my abs, the sensation of his knot swelling inside me was magnified, bringing fresh tears to my eyes.
Almost too much. Every muscle clenched all over again, the pressure on my prostate overwhelming.
He said my name again as he came inside me, hot and wet, marking me up in a way no one could see but that I’d feel for the rest of my life.
I thought I’d finally managed to leave him in the past where he belonged.
Apparently not.
The hand on my neck slid down and dropped to the bed. Rob leaned over me, breathing hard, his big body curled around me, the motion of his hips shifting his knot inside my overstretched, overstimulated hole.
I couldn’t hold in a moan, shifting my own weight to try to spread my thighs and give him more room.
It didn’t work. We’d be stuck together like this for up to half an hour, depending on his stamina.
Maybe he’d let me lie down flat, or even on our sides.
Tie my arms in the front for a change. Wrap his arms around me.
Stay forever.
Fuck me—literally and figuratively.
“Ro—”
“Don’t,” he said harshly, in a tone of command that vibrated all the way down to my toes.
Alphas had a lot of authority when they chose to use it, a feature of their inborn magic.
My head went light and floaty, and I had to close my eyes and stay completely still to stop the spinning.
“I’ll have to gag you again. I don’t want to, I know you were struggling to breathe. But don’t.”
“What difference does it make?” I whispered. He wouldn’t follow through on that threat. Right? “I know. I just need to know why you—”
His hand clapped over my mouth again. Gods damn it. Apparently he would.
“I guess I won’t get to listen to you moaning while I fuck you again,” he said, as his fingers cut off my rising protest.
Rage swelled my chest and throbbed in my temples, and I howled behind his hand, muffled and impotent, thrashing in his hold and against my restraints, the bed creaking and dipping under me as I struggled for real, this time.
His iron grip kept me contained without any seeming effort at all. I wore myself out, finally, shaking with fury and exhaustion… and with my cock hard and straining again, since I’d been essentially fucking myself on his knot with every motion.
The second I went limp, he started grinding it into me, shallow but devastating thrusts that made me feel like I’d been hollowed out, molded into the shape of him from the inside out.
He used me without any mercy at all, and all of my concentration went toward trying to get enough air through my nose.
Half-suffocated and barely conscious, I came twice more on his knot before he finished with me.
The withdrawal of his massive cock nearly turned me inside out, and when he paused there, using his thumb to hold my hole open and admire his work, I could only shudder and feel my face burn with something halfway between humiliation and the need to have him hold me close.
That was even more fucking humiliating, come to think of it.
I’d be jerking myself raw thinking about this moment for… maybe forever.
He muttered the command for the restraints to release, and then he climbed off the bed and away, releasing my mouth as he did.
By the time I managed to lick my bruised lips, take a deep breath, and get my arms fully free, his quick footsteps had faded down the stairs.
Rob was gone.
Again.