9. Cas #2
I reach out, caressing his abs and the tattoos on his hips. They move with his every breath, his skin warm under my fingers. “Jeans too,” I urge.
His fingers meet mine where they’re exploring the planes of his chest. “I have to get up.”
My gaze snaps to his. “Make it quick.”
He bares his teeth at me in a feral smile. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I agree, because it’s true.
Kato hops off the bed and I clutch at the duvet to stop myself chasing him. I double over when a cramp hits me, my insides complaining that the demands of my heat haven’t yet been satisfied.
“Cas, you okay?” he asks. Concern creases his brow, but I’m more interested in his hard cock, now on full display. I reach for it and he lets me touch it, moving back onto the bed so I can take proper hold. It’s heavy in my palm, the skin softer than I’d expected.
He throws his head back with a groan. “Fucking hell, little ghost. You’re gonna make me shoot my load all over you.”
I want that. Want to be soaked in his cum, to bathe in it, let it sink into my skin so deeply that the scent of it never leaves.
So I jerk him, my unpractised hands feeling clumsy.
He doesn’t seem to mind, his exposed neck showing off his bobbing Adam’s apple as his breaths grow faster along with my strokes.
I think I might be able to come just from jerking him off, from watching the blissful expression on his face through the haze of my heat, from knowing he wants me so badly.
It’s then I catch the scent of lemongrass. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before, but it’s seeped into every fibre of the bedsheets. I turn my head into the pillow, inhaling, letting out a whimper when I remember that Nathan’s not here.
He should be. This is his home, the place he feels the most himself, the place where I’ve seen him more at ease than any other. More than that, though—he should be here with us. I know it, just like I know that Kato wants that too.
“Cas, baby,” Kato murmurs. That about does me in.
But the ache I feel changes when he places his larger, tattooed hand over mine on his cock, the tension in my belly tightening.
Kato takes control, using both our hands like they’re his own, keeping our grips firm, pace steady.
In every twist of his wrist, every swipe of his thumb, he shows me what he wants from me.
So I widen my legs, directing him to what I want.
There’s nothing else that’ll give me the relief I need.
It’s instinctual—an instinct that’s new and should be terrifying.
It’s not, though. I let the need settle in my mind and take over my body, and it feels so natural I can’t deny it.
My hole hasn’t stopped leaking this entire time. The sheets must be soaked.
Kato, however, has other plans. “No, little ghost. I can’t fuck you, remember?”
“What?” I cry, gripping his cock harder. If he won’t put it in me himself, I’ll put it in for him.
“Um, you’re kinda cutting off my circulation here. It’s gonna fall off if you’re not careful.”
Well, I don’t want that. His dick is only good to me if it’s attached to him.
I ease off a little but don’t let go—not like he can be trusted to do anything right if he’s refusing to fuck me.
I push myself further up on the bed, intent on sliding his cock inside me, but he grabs my wrists in a firm hold, derailing my mission.
“Cas, you’re not thinking straight,” he says. “Please don’t make me do something we’ll both regret.”
“I won’t regret it. I need you,” I plead. “More than anything, I need you to shove your big alpha cock in my hole.”
He groans. Still holding my wrists, he leans down and presses his forehead to mine. “You’re not making this easy for me,” he says quietly.
“Good,” I breathe back.
His thumb caresses the pink ribbon looped around my wrist. His eyes flash the green of his wolf, and that’s the only warning I get before he’s undoing the ribbon with deft fingers. I make an unhappy noise when he slides it off.
“K—” I start, but it turns into a yelp when he flips me over onto my stomach.
The aggressive movement makes my entire body go weak, surrendering to the alpha above me.
If he wants me to present for him, he only needed to ask.
I try to tuck my knees underneath me, but Kato’s leaning over me, pulling my arms taut.
“What are you doing?” I ask, head fuzzy with the overwhelming rush of pheromones he’s releasing.
He doesn’t answer, and I’m just about cognisant enough to realise what he’s doing as he uses my ribbon to tie my wrists together, then to the headboard. It’s not overly tight, but I wriggle enough I know I won’t be able to get free by myself.
“Kato!” I yell, my head whipping around to glare at him as he retreats off the bed. “You can’t just tie me up and leave me here!”
He grimaces. “I’m not going to leave you alone. I just need a second to make a plan.”
“The only plan you need is the one where you shove your cock in my arse.” I demonstrate, raising my butt and spreading my legs.
“You’re making this so difficult,” he mutters, before turning and striding away.
“Don’t go!”
“I’m still here,” he says, standing at the wardrobe—one made of dark wood, with some detailing I can’t quite make out right now. “Nate said I could find some things in here.”
“Some clothes of his?” I ask. Maybe I can bury myself in them. He’ll have a whole row of checked flannel shirts lined up, probably colour coordinated.
I’m twisting around, so I don’t get a full look when Kato throws the doors wide, but I see enough.
Nathan’s bedroom wardrobe does not contain shirts.
“Nate, you dirty, dirty dog,” Kato mutters.
I don’t disagree, because there has to be about a dozen brightly coloured dildos on the shelf, all pointing upwards like the oddest stalagmites you’ve ever seen.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of the largest ones.
There’s no way I could fit those in my arse, even with how wet I am.
One of them—complete with anatomical veins and massive balls—is as big as a fucking horse cock.
I would know. Working with horses, I’ve seen many of them.
Kato reaches out, and I crane my head further to see what he’s touching.
Harnesses. Leashes. Collars. All in black leather, all hanging up. They jangle when Kato runs a hand through them, the lengths of chain and silver rings accenting the fetish wear playing a soft symphony in the air.
Kato laughs, his disbelief clear. “If I’d known he was such a kinky fucker…”
A spasm of pain hits my gut, and I whimper. “Kato, please,” I beg. “I can’t handle this any longer.”
“Gotcha,” he says, and plucks a dildo—not the largest one, thank fuck—off the shelf.
My eyes widen at the size of the knot at the base of the bright pink silicone. I can’t tell if I want it inside me or if it terrifies me.
Maybe both.
Kato sniffs the dildo, nose wrinkling. “It’s brand new.” He moves to the end of the wide bed and climbs on, knee-walking into position behind me.
I grimace. Here we are in Nate’s cabin without him, about to—well. If I had to guess, it would probably involve the dildo Kato’s currently holding and my dripping wet hole.
“I know. I wish he were here too,” Kato says, before waggling the dildo in my direction, like some stripper roleplaying as a policeman, complete with dick truncheon. “Listen, it’s not going to be the same as the real thing, but some omegas can get through a heat with knotting dildos alone.”
My hole clenches at the thought. “I just need something. Anything.”
Kato’s free hand caresses my flank in a soothing motion before palming my arse cheek. “You’ve never had anything this big before, right? Just my fingers?”
I shudder under his touch, his words making me embarrassed and turned on in equal measure. “No. Only you,” I promise.
“You’re made for it, Cas,” he says, and I feel a little queasy at his words. It wasn’t nature who made me like this. It was…
I bury my face in the pillow, distracting myself with Nathan’s wildflower scent.
It smells sweeter than usual, or perhaps that’s just me.
It’s comforting, regardless. I’ve been wearing Nathan’s shirts to sleep in for the past few nights, enveloping myself in him, but this is the first time I’m realising just how much I’ve come to rely on it.
Strange, how quickly his scent became as familiar as my own.
Kato shifts on the bed behind me, and I brace myself as he presses a finger to my wet hole. It slides inside easily, to the point I barely notice he’s entered me. My face heats at how hungry I am for him—my hole wet, willing, and waiting.
I tug my wrists, bound by the ribbon, feeling the bonds tighten as I do. Maybe I should feel trapped, like a rabbit caught in a snare, but it sends a thrill through me instead.
I’m at Kato’s mercy, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.
Especially not when he presses another finger inside me.
They’re larger than mine, but still slender and dextrous.
I close my eyes and imagine it through his eyes—his small tattoos disappearing from his sight every time he pumps his fingers. It’s not enough, though.
“Kato,” I cry as he adds another, spreading them, opening me up further.
The sounds are like nothing I’ve heard before—not even the last time he did this—the wet squelch of his fingers moving through my slick.
Embarrassment flares within me, twining with my arousal, and I can’t tell whether I like it or not.
It’s both horrifying and hot, all at once.
I want to squirm away and shift closer. It’s a good thing I’m tied down, because my instinct to run might have overridden my need to ride it out.
I scream as Kato twists his fingers, hitting my prostate.
“There we go, little ghost,” he croons. “That’s what I was looking for.”