He licked his lips and whispered broken words between ragged breaths. Staying deep inside him, I circled my hips, stretching his hole with my shaft. I leaned lower so I could hear him.
“Give me your cum. Please, my alpha. My love. I need your cum.”
His garbled pleas turned my blood into lava. I slammed into him, and he shrieked. I let go of any restraint and pounded into his small, fragile body, giving him all my passion at once. When I finally spilled into him, he was keening. I captured his lips, swallowing the last of his cries, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me. He clung to me as my knot grew inside him.
“I love it when you hurt me with your cock,” he murmured against my lips.
“You must tell me if I’m too rough with you.”
He shook his head, smiling dreamily. “The pain is so sweet, Fergus. So, so sweet. It’s good for me, I know it. I need to feel you deep. I think my womb is ripening for you more every time we make love. Keep making love to me just like this, deep and hard. I want to be open and ready for your seed when it’s time.”
Of course, his words made me see red. I snapped my hips, digging into his body, and he cried out.
“Yes! Just like that! Fuck me open. Hurt me deep inside.”
My knot locking us together didn’t allow me to retreat much, so I rutted against him, burrowing my swollen cock as deep as it would go. He met my thrusts, his underbelly bulging with fullness, while the heady scent of his fresh cum and slick filled the room. When I spilled the second time, buried in him, I slumped over him, savoring the clenching warmth of his body. He shivered with aftershocks, murmuring words of love and gratitude. He fell asleep on my knot, a soft smile curving his lips.
In the early morning hours, I lay awake, my mind racing.
The heat would peak soon, and I should show him my true self. He was mine now, loving me like a mate should, and my other form wouldn’t scare him. He needed to see it before I bred him.
My second worry, more acute, was that I needed to bring food for my mate but leaving him alone seemed next to impossible. Even here, as hidden as he could be in this country, he wasn’t safe by himself. I should have brought him all the way to the islands, but he’d been so weak, he wouldn’t have survived the long flight.
But when the heat got even stronger, I wouldn’t be able to part with him at all. I needed to go now.
9
GILLAM
A kissto my forehead made me open my eyes. It was early, the light dim and cold, before sunrise. Fergus was leaning above me, a big linen bag over his shoulder.
“You need to leave?”
“For a few hours. I’ll bring us food.”
Fear squeezed my chest. I didn’t want to be without him. Not even for a heartbeat.
Fergus dropped the bag by the bed and leaned over me, tugging the sheet away. He took first one then the other nipple into his mouth, suckling gently and gulping. Profound relief and calm spread through my body when he drank the clear milk. Then he burrowed his fingers into my crease and pushed two into my leaking opening. He curled them upward, stroking the front wall of my hole, and I cried out, coming immediately. My nipples squirted a few drops of lover’s milk. Fergus licked my chest clean and sucked my slick off his fingers.
“Don’t worry, darling. Try sleeping some more. Your heat is getting stronger, and you need to rest.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“Don’t go onto the balcony,” he said firmly. “Stay in bed. Out of sight. I’ll be back before the next heat wave comes.”
He pulled the blanket over my shoulders and kissed me once more. Then he pressed his lips to each of my eyelids.
“Sleep, my darling.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I strained to listen. Maybe I would hear him climb down the cliff? But his footsteps quieted, the wind outside picked up for a moment, and he was gone.
I was indeed tired. We’d made love countless times yesterday and during the night, and I still felt him inside me, my hole stretched from his knot and stained with his seed. I wouldn’t wash myself. Especially not now when he wasn’t here. I needed the traces of him on me. In me.
I tossed and turned for a while and then I must have fallen asleep.
Strange noises toreme out of a confusing dream about wolves running through a deep forest. I sat up on the bed and listened.
Were there dogs barking down under the cliff? Or wolves?
