It was terrifying. It was annihilating. His body seized so hard it hurt, his back arching off the cold tile, every muscle locking tight as pleasure crashed through him in waves he couldn’t control. He heard himself making sounds, felt wetness flooding out of him and splashing up onto his stomach, felt his inner muscles clamping down on Riot’s fingers in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
It went on and on. Just when he thought it was ending, another wave would crash through him, and he was drowning again. His thoughts scattered. There was nothing but sensation; pleasure and release and the feeling of being torn apart and remade all at once.
Somewhere in the middle of it, a word ripped from his throat that he’d never said before in his life.
“FUCK!”
The curse exploded out of him, shocking and profane, mixed with sobs and broken moans as his body shook around Riot’s fingers.
When it finally ended, Cass was empty. Every muscle was lax. His mind was blank, scoured clean by pleasure. He could feel Riot’s fingers still inside him, but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. He was distantly aware of Riot’s tongue lapping at his stomach, but he was still trying to convince his eyes to focus.
“Holy shit,” Riot breathed, and there was wonder in his voice. “That was...fuck, princess.”
“Wha—” Cass’s throat felt bone dry. He tried again. “Whatwasthat?”
“That was an orgasm.” Riot pressed a kiss to his wet cheek. “That’s what your body was trying to do.”
“Orgasm,” Cass repeated, the word strange on his tongue. “That’s what that’s called?”
“Yeah. Cumming. Same thing.” Riot’s laugh was soft, almost disbelieving. “Did you just sayfuck?”
Even through the haze, Cass felt his face flame. “I didn’t mean to—it just came out—I’ve never—”
“Say it again.”
Cass’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding. “Fuck?”
Riot groaned like he’d been punched in the gut. “Again. Louder.”
“Fuck—” The word felt forbidden and thrilling. “Fuck, fuck—”
“Shit…” Riot’s whole body shuddered against him. “Hearing that word come out of your innocent little mouth—fuck—like corrupting a goddamn angel—”
“Is that bad?”
“It’s so fucking good I almost came in my—” Riot cut himself off, breathing hard. His fingers were still inside Cass, and Cass could feel him trembling—not with gentleness, but with something barely restrained. “I need—I need to—”
Riot pulled his fingers free and sat back on his heels, his hands shaking as they went to his pants. The sound of a zipper. The rustle of fabric. And then he was pulling himself free, and Cass’s entire body went cold.
He’d felt it before. Through clothes. Pressed against him. He knew Riot was big.
But seeing it…
It was huge. Thick and flushed and angry-looking, already wet at the tip, and it was terrifying. Cass’s post-orgasm haze shattered as understanding crashed through him.This is whatthe Elders meant. “Becoming one sacred form.” This is what goes inside.
That wasn’t going to fit. There was no way that was going to fit inside him. The fingers had been overwhelming enough, and this was—this was so muchmore—
Riot was moving over him, one hand braced by his head, the other wrapped around that impossible length. His eyes were entirely gold and his expression made Cass’s stomach drop.
He didn’t look like Riot anymore.
He lookedhungry.
“Riot…” Cass’s voice came out strangled. “That’s not going to fit.”
“Shh.” Riot’s free hand gripped Cass’s thigh, spreading him wider. His voice had gone strange. “Just relax. Gonna make it fit. Gonna stretch this tight little hole open and—”
“No!” Real fear sliced through him. Cass tried to close his legs, but Riot was between them and immovable. “No, wait—I’m not—I can’t—”
