9. Cas #4
And yet, my eyes are drawn to Kato’s neck. How bare it looks. Unmarked. How much I want to change that. My teeth grow in my mouth, my wolf springing forward.
That’s what stops me. I haven’t been in my wolf form since escaping, and I’m scared to shift, terrified my new anatomy will tear me apart from the inside if I stress it again. Even so, my teeth are sharp and fill my mouth, making it hard to speak. “Take the dildo out.”
I want to add that Kato should replace it with his cock, but I don’t. Unlike the rabid alphas, he’s been able to resist me, no matter how much I’ve begged for his knot.
Maybe when Nathan gets here, he’ll do it.
“You seem more lucid than you were earlier,” Kato says conversationally as he shuffles down to the end of the bed.
I hum an acknowledgement. “I think I’m between waves.”
“Do I need to do a countdown?”
I crane my head around to look at him. “Huh?”
He pulls my hips up and gestures to the dildo. “Y’know. Like three, two, one and then I yank it out.”
I grimace. “I genuinely can’t tell if you’re being serious right now.”
“No.” He laughs and swats my arse cheek, jostling the dildo.
“Ow!” I yelp, throwing my hands back to cover my cheeks from further assault.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Cas,” Kato teases. “I can see your face is all flushed, and your hole’s dripping again. Probably won’t have any trouble getting the dildo out, considering you’re so fucking wet.”
I squirm on the bed, unable to decide if I’m more turned on or embarrassed by his words. “Kato,” I whine.
“Yeah, little ghost?” he asks, hands rubbing up and down my flank.
“Take it out. Do something with it. Please.”
“Maybe I should fuck you with it some more.”
Warmth suffuses me. “Not yet,” I whisper. “I’ll need more soon, though.”
Kato’s expression grows serious and he nods. “Okay. Uh, brace yourself.”
“Shouldn’t you be telling me to relax?”
Without further warning, Kato pulls the dildo out.
Knowing I’m in heat, I shouldn’t be shocked at how easily it slips free, followed by a gush of slick that drips down my taint and onto my balls.
It’s filthy and incredible, alarming and exhilarating all at once.
My hole flutters around nothing, the stark emptiness almost reducing me to insisting that Kato stuff the dildo right back in.
I don’t, though. I settle into the feeling. It’s like sitting on the edge of a pier on a sunny day, dipping your feet in the lukewarm water. This isn’t the manic heat of earlier, when it overcame me so intensely that nothing else mattered but getting fucked.
I’m in control. If I repeat the mantra to myself, I may start to believe it. I can save myself—save us both, really. I’m not sure how long Kato will be able to resist my begging when the next wave hits.
So I distract myself with sorting the bed out as Kato cleans the dildo—on my instruction, of course. I can’t face looking at the shiny silicone, mocking me from where he’d left it on the bedside table. I also pretend not to notice how Kato takes a deep whiff of it as he goes to the kitchen.
First, I pad into the living room and grab some cushions.
They smell like Nathan, as well as a couple of the others in the pack that I’m less familiar with.
I expect to be repulsed by the mixed scents, but they’re comforting too, in a way.
Then I root around the bedroom and find a few folded blankets in a basket, woollen and tartan and pretty.
I’m busy arranging the blankets on the bed just so when Kato comes back, dildo in hand. He seems rather proud of himself, his bare chest all puffed out. “All clean,” he announces. “And ready for round two.”
I give him a dark look. “Dildo only, remember?” I’m saying it for myself as much as him.
He salutes me with the dildo. “Gotcha.”
I wriggle under the blanket, my face poking out so I can keep an eye on him. Who knows what mischief he’ll get himself into otherwise.
Kato gazes down at the bed. “Cute nest,” he says. “Can I get in it with you?”
I wrap the blanket tightly around myself. “Aren’t alphas supposed to wait for an invitation?”
“I’m asking for one.”
I harrumph. “Fine. No messing it up, though. I’ve got it exactly how I want it.”
He slips in and, with only the slightest of disturbances, nestles beside me. I press myself to him automatically. It should be too warm under all the blankets with us sharing body heat.
It isn’t, though. It feels good, other than the gaping hole where Nathan should be.
Here we are, safe and cosy in his bed, and he’s not here.
I whimper, pressing my face into the hollow of Kato’s neck, inhaling his honeyed, woodsmoke scent.
I screw my eyes shut against the onslaught of emotions whirling within me.
My heat is far from over and I’m relying on Kato to get me through it.
“You’re okay,” he coos. “Is the next wave coming?”
Yes. It is. It’s building low in my belly once again. I nod.
“We’ll get through it,” he promises. “Together. You, me, and the dildo.”
Despite everything, I huff a laugh into his throat. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll be okay when we come out the other end of this.