Chapter 16 #2
“I’ll make sure you can,” he said, lowering to his knees.
In his current position, his face was level with my bared hole, and the vulnerability sent another rising thrill through me.
My body flushed, as if I were embarrassed or ashamed, when in fact I was the furthest thing from.
Instead, the longing expanded inside me, threatening to consume me.
Because I wanted to be hunted, pinned like prey, and taken hard.
And Cillian was the first lover I’d been with who might be able to deliver.
“What’s this here?” he murmured, his claw lightly skimming along my taint until he gave the jewelry there a light tug.
“Oh,” I gasped out, the sensation strong. “I told you I had piercings.”
“Full of mysteries, aren’t you.”
The flickering lamps cast a sheen over his obsidian horns, ones I itched to touch, and when he looked up at me, his golden gaze had me ensnared.
The sheer hunger there was consuming, and that same hunger was taking over me as well.
His massive hands wrapped around my thighs, as if they weren’t already spread open, and he gripped tight, the tips of his claws digging into my skin with the slightest sting.
Then he leaned in and licked my hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Pleasure rushed through me at the sensation, at the smooth, hot, wet glide.
His tongue writhed against my hole, having far more control than a human’s.
He lapped circles around the furled skin until the breaths shuddered out of me, until my thighs started to quake.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Cillian knelt in front of me, unmaking me piece by piece, and I savored every bit of his attention.
His saliva coated my hole, and it relaxed further, more than normal at least.
“Is there something in your saliva?” I gasped out.
Cillian pulled back, and I regretted asking, simply because I didn’t want him to stop. His lips were shiny from spit as he grinned. “It’ll relax you. Now be a good pet and let me continue.”
Fuuuuck, that was hot. I whimpered in response and tilted my head back in surrender.
He leaned in again, but this time the tip of his tongue slipped into my entrance.
My thighs tightened from the sudden sensation, and my cock ached even more.
Cillian slowly pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside me, farther than I’d ever experienced from any of my human lovers.
The thick, wet slide of it, the control as he thrust in and out, had me panting.
My whole body lit on fire from the sensations as he ate me out like he was starved, like he couldn’t get enough.
Cillian circled his tongue inside me, making it move in an electric way that hit all my buttons—prostate included.
I gasped out another ragged moan, not caring how loud I was here.
He had me hoisted up and splayed open at his mercy, and I lived for every second of this.
The way he thrust his tongue inside me felt so damn good I could barely breathe.
Except it wasn’t enough.
“More,” I moaned.
Cillian retracted his tongue, taking the time to lick around my entrance in those intoxicating swirls.
He let go of my legs, and I felt a slight sting along my thighs from where his claws had dug in.
Then he pushed up and strode over to his nightstand.
The click of a bottle was instantly recognizable, and my adrenaline spiked at the sound.
At the anticipation of finally getting his thick length inside me.
Cillian stepped in front of me, running the lube up and down his mouthwatering length. The ridges there, the girth that promised to stretch me wide, and the sheer size of it would send me vaulting into the stratosphere. His lips quirked in a sexy-as-sin smile. “Is this what you were begging for?”
I licked my lips, still breathless, but I managed to nod.
“Mm, no, I want to hear you ask for it,” he said, standing right between my legs, the tip of his length inches from my hole. It was so close, and I tried to rock a little in my bonds to see if I could nudge against it. That just made Cillian grin wider, those sharp fangs protruding.
“Please,” I groaned out. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”
“Damn, you beg so prettily. Who would’ve thought?
” Cillian’s husky words stroked right through me, and he pressed his tip against my hole.
The second he began to push in, the stretch intensified.
I had large toys, but fuuuuck, he was larger.
I swallowed hard. He eased in the first inch and then grinned. “Regretting saying you could take me?”
“No,” I shot back. “I can take more.”
Cillian’s eyes glinted, a smirk curling those lush lips, then he pushed in farther, and I hit the wall of the thick middle of his cock. The breath rushed from me, the sting of pain and pleasure melding. I gritted my teeth, breathing through my nose.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he purred. “Such a gorgeous little pet with such a greedy hole.”
Those words made my head spin, at the sheer amount of want and need roiling through me.
My cock had somewhat deflated from the sting, but this underlying desire to take all of him had seized hold of me.
Determination worked itself into my bones, and sweat prickled across my brow.
He shifted forward and back, loosening the area, each pass moving him a little deeper.
His muscles were corded, everything tense with how he held back right now—as if by a thread.
Cillian pushed in again, and the muscle relaxed.
His cock sank all the way inside me, and I howled.
Pleasure raced through me at being stretched like this, at being filled this intensely.
I was at my edge, my limit, but the endorphins flooded through me, vaulting me higher than I’d ever gone before.
“Fuck, you feel like sin,” Cillian grunted out. “The way you’re gripping me.”
I whimpered, unable to form a sentence with how he scrambled my brain. And then he started to move.
Another scream ripped from me as his thick middle, the ridges, traveled along my channel, sending a cascade of sparks through me.
He managed to glide against my prostate with every slow and deliberate pass, and sparks flared inside me over and over.
From his tight hold on my thighs, the corded muscles of his neck, and the harsh breaths coming from him, I could tell he was still restraining himself. Letting me adjust to his size.
“Take me,” I gasped out. “Take me hard.”
Those words sparked an inferno in him, his eyes lighting up, his nostrils flaring.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, pet,” he murmured.
“You needed to unleash tonight,” I forced out between pants. “So take me.”
The last thread holding him back snapped.
It was as if Cillian transformed before me, truly “The Beast” he got called. His eyes all but glowed, and his fangs lowered further. His claws dug into my thighs, but I relished the pain. It kept me grounded in the moment. A feral growl rumbled up his throat until it split the air.
And then Cillian thrust in hard.
The rush of sensation made my whole body buck, and a cry escaped me.
He started to hammer into me with faster momentum, the bonds insubstantial with the way he speared me on his cock.
I felt weightless, just a rag doll, as he fucked into me like he needed me to survive.
Each thrust in as his thick middle glided over my prostate had me screaming out.
Tears leaked from my eyes, and my balls ached, my cock so hard I could scream.
But with my hands bound, I couldn’t find relief.
Growls poured out of Cillian, the smack of skin on skin echoing in the room. My cries came unbidden as he tagged my prostate again and again and again. My whole body had become one raw nerve that he kept pressing, the mixture of pleasure and pain keeping me breathless.
He leaned in and sank his teeth into my shoulder.
Heat and bliss rushed through me, and I screamed so loud my throat went raw.
All the while, he hadn’t stopped fucking into me, the steady thrust of his cock threatening to make me unravel.
I surrendered to him completely, my mind vacating the room.
Right now, all that existed was his cock inside me, his massive body surrounding me.
It was just the sting of his thickness, those ridges, his claws digging into my thighs, his teeth into my shoulders.
It was him and me and this inevitable collision.
His growls vibrated through me as he fucked like he was possessed, like an animal rutting into me. My eyes rolled back in my head, the onslaught of sensations growing beyond what I could process.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My skin smacked against his with every collision, as he railed into me hard and fast, the intensity building inside me.
My balls ached so badly I could feel the pressure through my whole body, my prostate so oversensitive that tears streamed down my cheeks.
Yet I wanted it all. I wanted this claiming more than my next breath.
Like this, the complexities between us faded away. We were just sweat and motion and moans.
“Mine,” Cillian growled out. “You’re mine.”
His words struck me square in the chest, this wild possession reaffirming them.
He consumed me body and soul in this moment, and I let go.
My arms were suspended, my thighs, the band around my torso helping keep me upright, but even if the bonds weren’t there, Cillian’s strong arms would’ve lifted me up.
He thrust inside me a little faster, the cords of his neck taut. His jaw was clenched, and the sheen of sweat covering his limbs gave him away. I floated on sensation, awash in the bliss that rolled over me again and again. My cock wept at this point, my balls painful, but I was at his mercy.
Cillian buried himself in me, and a loud growl echoed through the room, reverberating in the air.
His cock pulsed inside me, and a moment later, wet heat flooded me as he came.
The stretch followed, taking my breath away, as his knot expanded at his base.
He sagged forward, strands of his sweaty hair dangling down, his shoulders heaving.
“Don’t worry, pet,” he rasped. He wrapped his hand around my cock, and I keened in response, my whole body a live wire at this point.
Cillian stroked my sensitive cock, and after a few pumps, my balls threatened to unload. His palm was large, callused, and so warm, and it felt like heaven wrapped around my length.
The cries poured out of me unbidden as he continued to jerk me off, his knot inside me, keeping me in place.
The tension spread, growing, growing, growing until finally…my balls drew up, and I came.
The orgasm hit me so hard that my vision blacked, and the sheer force of the pleasure barreling through me held my breath captive as my cock spurted load after load of cum.
My muscles tensed, my body locked up, and I released everything I’d been holding back.
Cillian didn’t stop working me through my orgasm, the heat and pressure of his palm coaxing more from me.
The rush of bliss that coursed through me was so intense it felt like too much, my body threatening to shut down.
I let out a whine, reduced to mere noises as his knot throbbed inside me. Everything grew oversensitive at this point, but he was lodged in me, and I loved it better than any fantasy.
Cillian let out a long, deep breath that sounded like it was pulled from his core. “Fuck, you’re…more than I could’ve imagined, Beau.”
His praise rained down on me, and I basked in it, even though my eyes closed, the heaviness settling over me. Sheer exhaustion rocked through me as the adrenaline that had been keeping me on the edge crashed.
“Let me take care of you now,” he murmured, a calm in his voice, in the air, in the wake of the frenzy.
Slowly, the snap of the bonds around my arms released, and they sagged by my side.
I didn’t bother trying to keep myself up.
Cillian’s arms wrapped around me, holding my weight with ease as he undid the straps around my torso, my thighs.
I was locked onto his knot, attached to him in the most intimate way, and I wanted to linger in this space for as long as possible.
The weight of everything slammed in even harder, and my eyes felt like lead. A heaviness lulled me toward oblivion, and as Cillian’s arms tightened around my body, my forehead rested against his chest.
Safe. I felt safe.
Blackness stole me away.