Chapter 8
Fergus
When Gillam stirred in the middle of the night, his chest full and nipples straining, I sucked him empty again.
He writhed in my arms, his moans like a song.
Then he held his legs open with his arms wrapped around his knees, and he begged with his glistening eyes.
His wet, gaping hole clenched hungrily and opened even wider, waiting.
I was so lucky. My mate loved my cock and craved a rough fuck. To think he’d been untouched a few days ago.
Rubbing my cockhead over the needy opening, I studied his gorgeous face. He bit his lower lip and whimpered softly. His rim clenched on nothing again, the scent of another heat wave swiftly filling the room.
“Please, Fergus…”
“What, darling?”
“Fill me. Please. It aches.”
“What aches?”
“My hole. I’m so empty. Fuck my hole, please. Give me your cock and knot me.”
Oh, his begging. Mmm. The crown popped right in, and I slid into him, eager to touch his ripening womb.
When I bottomed out, Gillam cried out with raw lust. Braced with my arms on the bed, I watched my shaft sink into his body over and over, his pink rim glistening with slick, his little dick bouncing, milky cum dripping from the tiny slit.
The sealed mouth to his womb throbbed against my cockhead.
He seemed delirious, a thin sheen of sweat covering his torso, and a dark flush spreading through his pale skin.
I couldn’t tell anymore when he was coming.
His hole clenched on my shaft, spasming fitfully, and his cries became long and guttural.
I’d turned my beautiful innocent prince into a cock-hungry beast.
He licked his lips and whispered broken words between ragged breaths. Staying deep inside him, I circled my hips, stretching his hole with my shaft. I leaned lower so I could hear him.
“Give me your cum. Please, my alpha. My love. I need your cum.”
His garbled pleas turned my blood into lava.
I slammed into him, and he shrieked. I let go of any restraint and pounded into his small, fragile body, giving him all my passion at once.
When I finally spilled into him, he was keening.
I captured his lips, swallowing the last of his cries, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me.
He clung to me as my knot grew inside him.
“I love it when you hurt me with your cock,” he murmured against my lips.
“You must tell me if I’m too rough with you.”
He shook his head, smiling dreamily. “The pain is so sweet, Fergus. So, so sweet. It’s good for me, I know it.
I need to feel you deep. I think my womb is ripening for you more every time we make love.
Keep making love to me just like this, deep and hard.
I want to be open and ready for your seed when it’s time. ”
Of course, his words made me see red. I snapped my hips, digging into his body, and he cried out.
“Yes! Just like that! Fuck me open. Hurt me deep inside.”
My knot locking us together didn’t allow me to retreat much, so I rutted against him, burrowing my swollen cock as deep as it would go.
He met my thrusts, his underbelly bulging with fullness, while the heady scent of his fresh cum and slick filled the room.
When I spilled the second time, buried in him, I slumped over him, savoring the clenching warmth of his body.
He shivered with aftershocks, murmuring words of love and gratitude.
He fell asleep on my knot, a soft smile curving his lips.
In the early morning hours, I lay awake, my mind racing.
The heat would peak soon, and I should show him my true self. He was mine now, loving me like a mate should, and my other form wouldn’t scare him. He needed to see it before I bred him.
My second worry, more acute, was that I needed to bring food for my mate but leaving him alone seemed next to impossible.
Even here, as hidden as he could be in this country, he wasn’t safe by himself.
I should have brought him all the way to the islands, but he’d been so weak, he wouldn’t have survived the long flight.
But when the heat got even stronger, I wouldn’t be able to part with him at all. I needed to go now.