44. Cato #2
“Not yet.” He pushes my thighs further apart with a wicked grin and moves lower.
His tongue drags slowly over my balls, then lower still, circling my hole with teasing, wet strokes.
I jolt at the sensation, a broken moan escaping me as he licks me open.
His tongue presses inside, fucking me with shallow thrusts while he strokes my cock in lazy pulls.
I’m shaking. The combination of his mouth on my ass and his hand on my cock is making me delirious in the best possible way. I try to thrust up into his fist, but he holds me down with a firm grip on my hip, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Aryn, please,” I beg, voice wrecked.
He pulls back just enough to speak, lips brushing against my sensitive skin. “Patience, kitten. I’m not done tasting you yet.”
He dives back in, tongue working me deeper. I’m leaking steadily onto my stomach and over his knuckles, and every swipe of his tongue makes my thighs tremble. I’m so close—so fucking close—but he keeps me right on the edge, never letting me tip over.
Spit drips down his chin as he lifts his head, fangs exposed, then kisses my inner thigh and scrapes the tips along my skin. “I could do it,” he murmurs, before sucking the flesh between his lips. “Bite you right here where it would make you mad with want.”
“Gods,” I groan, “you say that like I’m not already losing my mind.”
“Do you want me to mark you? Make it so every Dreven who even looks at you senses my claim on you?”
“Do it,” I plead, craning my head to watch as he drags his fangs along my thigh once more. “I want it… want you… please…”
“So beautiful when you beg,” he murmurs, then sinks his teeth into my thigh.
The same jolt from before hits me, but the intensity is dialed up so high that my spine arches off the furs. His name leaves me again and again, loud enough that my throat aches with it. He grabs my hips and pins me down as the pressure feels like it might rip me apart.
Something slides inside me—fingers, a tail, maybe even his cock. I’m not even sure anymore. All I know is that my body is full and the stretch is perfect. It cracks the last of my weak composure.
I’m floating as I force my eyes open, finding him between my legs, cock buried deep inside me with a drop of my blood dripping down his chin.
The realization he’s already fucking me, that I was so lost in the ecstasy of his bite that I didn’t even realize he was inside me, hits like another dose of his venom.
My body clamps around him as I come with a broken sob. Aryn’s hand tightens around my cock as he jerks me through it. My release spills across my belly and slides down my skin, but he doesn’t stop, fucking me through the aftershocks without mercy.
The effect of his bite churns in my veins, crackling with a mind of its own. I’m still hard as stone, still needy, still fucking desperate. If anything, I only want him more, and I whine in protest when he finally releases me. He pulls out and crawls up my body, then leans in to kiss me.
Slick leaks from his hole as he lines us up, so much that it streams down my cock. “Do you feel that?” he murmurs against my lips. “How wet I am for you? How I fucked myself with my tail while I was fucking you?”
“Please,” I whisper again.
He pauses despite my begging, golden eyes roaming over my face. His hand is so gentle it almost hurts as he swipes a tear tracking down my cheek. “Is this too much?”
“It’s not enough,” I argue, hands grabbing at his skin as I try to pull us together. “I want more. I want you… I need you. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” he agrees softly.
His hair is mostly dried from the fire and wild between my fingers as I tug him closer.
His brows pinch, but he lets me guide him.
The head of my cock catches on his slick hole, and his eyes never leave mine as I thrust up and slip inside him.
Another quiet moan leaves me as my eyes roll back, the feeling of sliding into that perfect heat making my whole body melt.
“Mine,” I murmur as he meets me for another aggressive kiss. “Always mine.”
“Always yours,” he agrees.
He kisses me once more, then pushes his body upright and takes all of me in one smooth, deliberate motion.
My hands fly to his hips as he bottoms out, torn between holding him there forever and begging him to move.
The way his body welcomes me, the way his walls flutter and clench, the way the tendrils on his cock brush against my stomach—it’s too much. It’s like I was made to be inside him.
“Gods, you feel so good,” I gasp, fighting my urge to thrust.
Aryn lets out a soft, pleased sound and rolls his hips in slow, deep circles.
He rides me with his hands braced on my chest, eyes locked on mine the entire time.
His tail slips between my legs and slides inside me with ease.
The tip flicks and curls, bombing me with pleasure so intense I want to close my eyes and feel it, but I force myself to stay focused.
I’m completely lost in him.
The dual sensation is overwhelming—his tight heat riding my cock while his tail fucks into me.
Every roll of his hips and thrust of his tail sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I’m trembling, hands gripping his hips like a lifeline as he moves above me, beautiful and glowing in the firelight.
“I love you, Cato,” he whispers as he leans down, pressing his lips to mine.
Not kitten. Not rha khor.
Just Cato.
The man behind the fear.