Chapter 5 Warren #3
Warren was so overwhelmed he didn’t even notice that the sharp pain had pushed him over the edge and into the most intense orgasm of his life.
“All mine,” Marcus murmured, his voice deeply satisfied as he licked over the wound from his bite.
Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt any more. In fact, the lack of pain was distinctly similar to the lack of pain after being fed on by a vampire.
Warren’s body knew that it should hurt, but there was nothing beyond a lingering, dull ache.
That, coupled with the ragdoll state of his body and his now hyper-sensitive cock, was almost more than Warren could handle.
“Going to fill you up,” Marcus said with a growl, his hips rotating and making Warren aware of something huge stuck inside of his hole. He flashed back to Max barking at him to squeeze his knot in the Goodwill changing room and realized with a start what was now occupying his rectum.
Warren closed his eyes and went limp, too overwhelmed to worry about how obscenely Marcus had stretched out his hole.
Tomorrow was going to be brutal. Warren had only ever bottomed for two other people – their cocks smaller than the combined width of two of Marcus’s fingers – and even then it had hurt the next day.
“Are you okay?” Marcus sounded distinctly more lucid than he had a few moments ago. He reached under Warren’s body and held him fast against his chest, turning them over and sitting up with his back against the headboard and Warren on his lap. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”
“I’m not bleeding,” Warren said, reaching up and feeling his neck where Marcus had bitten him. He could feel the mark left behind by Marcus’s teeth, but the wound was closed and scabbed over.
“My claim took,” Marcus said, wrapping his arms around Warren’s waist and holding him tight. Warren hadn’t been going anywhere before, but now he was truly trapped. Marcus’s pecs pushed into his back, thick arms clamped around him like bands.
“What does that mean?”
Warren rubbed his face, wiping the drool off his chin and looking up at Marcus’s face. The werewolf’s expression was a worrying mix of guilty and smugly triumphant.
“It means you’re off limits to anyone else.” Marcus grabbed Warren’s jaw and tilted his head back, angling his neck uncomfortably so that he could lean down and kiss him. “You’re mine.”
Warren let Marcus lick into his mouth, submitting to the kiss, before yanking his head away.
“Do I get a say in that?”
Marcus chuckled. “No. Sorry.”
“You don’t sound sorry.”
Marcus smirked. “I’m not. Your body accepted my claim. I own you now.”
Warren blinked, not sure how to respond to something so batshit crazy. He licked his lips, still trying to figure out what to say, when Marcus suddenly let out a loud laugh.
“Look at your face!”
Warren relaxed, his shoulders sinking when he realized that Marcus was just joking. Marcus kissed the side of his head, wet and messy, and gave his nipple a pinch.
“It means that we’re dating.” Marcus reached down and stroked the exposed head of Warren’s cock, making him flinch at the touch to his sensitive glans. “It’s like the scent thing. We’re compatible, but at the end of the day, it means what we want it to mean.”
Warren batted Marcus’s fingers away from his cock, using his hand to cover it and save it from further stimulation.
His hole was starting to ache. He kept clamping down, his rim desperate to close, but every twitch of his hole just seemed to make Marcus harder.
“How long will you…”
“Knot you?” Marcus finished for him, sounding amused.
“Yes. That.”
“About twenty minutes, maybe. I need to make sure you get pregnant.”
Warren jerked, pain shooting up his spine when Marcus’s knot stopped the movement.
“That was a joke,” Marcus said, pushing him back down into his lap and tightening his grip. “I think you would have heard about it if werewolves could get guys pregnant.”
Warren flushed, embarrassed. “I know that.”
“I know,” Marcus said, patronizing and making Warren flush with embarrassment. The werewolf kissed the side of his head. “Would you like me to make you come again?”
Warren shook his head. “I’m too sensitive.”
“Are you sure?” Marcus grabbed Warren’s wrists in one hand, lifting his hands away from his cock, and stroked down his shaft. Warren was half hard, and at the gentle prodding, his cock firmed up.
“I don’t-”
“I think I want you to come again.”
Marcus’s voice didn’t leave any room for argument. He squeezed Warren’s cock between his fingers, working it up and down, using the lube smeared all over Warren’s ass and taint to make his hand slick before starting to jerk him off for real.
Warren was still sensitive, but it was only unbearable when Marcus touched the glans of his penis.
“That’s it,” Marcus said, working Warren’s cock in his hand. He was back to full hardness, but his orgasm was taking its time to build. “Do you like this?”
Marcus used his thumb to rub over Warren’s slit, hitting his sensitive spot, and Warren couldn’t help but clench his muscles and whine at the feeling of too much.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Marcus growled, doing it again.
Warren blinked, realizing that Marcus was treating the head of his cock like a button he could push to make him bear down on his knot.
Knowing that, however, didn’t mean that Warren could decide not to clamp down when Marcus did it.
“You’re so mean,” he cried, his leaking cock twitching as Marcus shifted his focus entirely to the underside of the head of his cock.
“I know,” Marcus said, showing no mercy. “But you don’t. If you think this is bad, just wait until I have you in my playroom. The things I’m going to do to you…”
Warren’s breath hitched, the threat making his balls pull tight. He tried to stop it – to delay his release – but something about Marcus being mean pushed him right over the edge.
He came, whimpering as Marcus milked him through his orgasm. The hulking werewolf showed absolutely no mercy to his cock, even when Warren tugged at his trapped wrists with increasing desperation, and it wasn’t until Warren started to cry that he let go.
“You’re okay,” Marcus soothed, stroking Warren’s twitching stomach. “You did so good for me.”
Heat bloomed in Warren’s stomach, the praise making him feel all weird and tingly inside. He blushed, not sure how to respond to the compliment, and said nothing.
Leaning back against the warmth of Marcus’s chest, feeling the werewolf’s heart beating next to his ear, Warren decided that he would close his eyes for just a few seconds and rest while he caught his breath.