11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Charon
The first drop hits the deck, splattering the wood like blood, but I don’t move.
Hector’s breathing has gone shallow, his grip on the cane trembling. “Please,” he begs, voice cracking. “Charon, go. Lock yourself in. I can’t—” He sways slightly, stumbling back a step before catching himself on the railing. “I can’t control it when the rain hits.”
Nyx nips at my ear before taking shelter below deck, and I rush toward him to help.
“Go!” His angry gaze snaps to mine as he tilts forward, cane dragging behind him. “I don’t want to hurt you, just…please go!”
I shake my head firmly, because I’m not leaving him out here like this, not when he’s breaking apart right in front of me .
He stares at me, horrified, shoulders heaving. His lips curl as he lets out a snarl, every breath ragged and uneven when he tries to brace himself against the railing, but it’s no use. The rain’s working its way inside, under his skin, into his blood.
His fingers tighten around the cane before he tosses it away, where it's quickly swallowed by red puddles of water. “I said, go! I can’t hold it!”
His pupils blow wide, jaw clenched so tight I hear his teeth grind as one hand fists in his hair, yanking hard. I step forward to stop him from hurting himself, but he lunges away from me, hitting the deck as he tries to throw himself overboard.
I barely manage to catch him before he reaches the edge and he thrashes in my grip, a broken sound tearing from his throat. Holding firm, my arms wrap around his waist even as he claws at me, nails raking down my chest. Skin splits open, but I don’t let go, hauling him toward the cabin.
“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” he cries, breath hot against my collarbone, “and it’s gonna be my fault!”
I don't care.
I just tighten my grip in response, the rain soaking through both our clothes when I stumble down the steps. With one hand, I manage to get the doors shut as he collapses against me, fists still twitching like he wants to fight, but he’s already unraveling, burning up from the inside.
His forehead presses against my chest as his entire body thrums with the infection, instincts screaming for violence, for anything to release the pressure inside him.
Before I can get us to my cot, Hector grabs my biceps with bruising force, a snarl ripping from his mouth as he launches upward.
I move to the side, barely avoiding a bite to the neck when his teeth sink into my shoulder, white-hot pain lancing through the muscle.
A garbled shout leaves my lungs when we topple over onto the floor, his teeth embedded in my flesh.
I brace my hands against his torso to fight him off, preparing for the pain of muscle separating from bone, but it never comes.
Instead, Hector straddles me, feral noises clawing out of his throat as he starts to move against me, driven by the need to rut.
I go still when his crotch rubs against mine, the friction of his hard cock making mine jump.
Instinctively, my hands fall to his waist, my every intention focused on keeping him still, getting him to stop, only… I don't.
My hands seem to move on their own, helping him along while I pant heavily. My own length starts to throb with need. Thrust for thrust, I meet his movements, the pleasure mixing with the pain when he bites down harder.
It's frenzied and desperate, wrong on all accounts, but I'm powerless to stop when my orgasm slams into me unexpectedly.
Wrapping an arm around his back, I hold him in place as cum floods my pants, spilling down my thigh.
Hector grinds down on me, grunting and whining while his hips continue to move like he’s searching for something, anything to bring him what he needs.
When I finally come down, still trembling from the small spurts dripping from my cock, I realize what his body craves. Release.
“Shh.” I try to soothe him as I reach between us, popping the buttons on his trousers. It's okay. I know what you need. I'm going to help you .
Snagging his waistband, I slowly drag it down, and my fingers wrap tightly around his shaft when it springs free. He snarls, but doesn't loosen his jaw, mindlessly thrusting into my fist as I give him something to rut into.
His cock is thick and heavy, slick with precum that covers my palm. He tenses against me, breathing hard, and warmth floods my hand when he starts to come. White, sticky ropes land on my abdomen as he shudders, his snarls morphing into low moans that have my spent length filling once more.
When Hector's finished, he collapses onto my chest, teeth finally letting go. Blood pours from the wound, rolling down to mix with the cum on my skin, but I don't move.
Not when he lets out a sob before curling into me, immediately latching onto my nipple before falling asleep.
I don't know what to do or what to think. Will he remember what happened when the rain stops? Will he hate me for it?
Doesn't matter. I'll deal with that later, but for now…
For now, he's safe. Out of the rain, out of Zone T and alive. I'll do whatever it takes to keep him that way.
Hector sleeps for hours at a time, maybe days. I lose track. The storm doesn’t let up, hammering the deck above us while he clings to me through its entirety.
Sometimes he cries. Others, he wakes up long enough to bite me again and writhe into my fist before falling back asleep with his mouth latched to my nipple. I keep my cock in my pants, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't losing myself to the pleasure every time Hector does.
All I can do is change my clothes when I can, clean the bites, and wipe away most of the blood and cum before he wakes again.
Sometimes I speak to him even though I don’t know what this fever-drenched version of him will remember.
Don’t know what he’ll think when he wakes up and finds my blood under his nails or his marks on my chest.
At one point, I fall asleep myself, only to wake up to the sting of his teeth and my hands gripping his ass, helping him thrust. There's hardly time to catch my breath or drink some water before he needs me again.
The bites will scar, but that thought drives me to orgasm more than his cock pulsing against my own—the idea of Hector branding me. Owning me.
Because I've claimed him.
And I want to belong to him as much as he belongs to me.