Page 58 of Hellhound AU

I chuckled again, letting my hand caress his cheek. He leaned in and kissed me, then he leaned back, grabbing the lube. His dick may have gotten a bit soft while we chatted, but he was back to full hardness now. He poured lube onto his dick, his tail swooped around, and he lubed that up, too.

“Does it just, like, appear?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Or is it, like, stored in your back or something?”

Rowan looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’m not sure. It doesn’t feel like it’s ‘stored’ anywhere. It’s a part of me that’s always there, only most of the time I don’t think about it or use it, so it can’t be seen or felt. I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“That makes—” I started, but then Rowan’s tail was at my hole again, and it slid in effortlessly, making me gasp. My dick chubbed up a little at the feeling, but I wasn’t fully hard. Yet, at least. I was usually pretty quick at recovery, and I had no doubt that Rowan would be able to make me come again.

His tail avoided my prostate this time, focusing on stretching me open. I loved the feel of him inside me, and I wanted all of him.

“Want you,” I complained.

“This is me,” he answered, his tail finally pressing against that bundle of nerves that made me gasp.

“I want your cock in my hole. Is that better?” I snarked.

Well, I tried to snark. I might have been gasping for air because of what Rowan was doing to me. Then his tail was pulling out, and I had a second to mewl in disappointment. When Rowan lifted off of me, I turned beneath him so that I was on my stomach, and I scooted back so that my hips were up in the air.

Rowan’s hand found my hip and rested there possessively. “This how you want it, my little chaos demon?”

“Yes. Please, Rowan. Fill me up.”

Because Rowan was good like that, he pushed into me, that fullness returning. There was no burn, no pain—he’d prepped me so well that it felt natural to have him back inside of me. Only this time I was even fuller, because his dick was wider than his tail.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, pushing my hips back into Rowan a bit, feeling him go even deeper. “You’re so deep inside me, Ro,” I mumbled.

Rowan stopped, his dick pressing against my insides. I felt full of him, and it made me impatient for more.

“You called me ‘Ro,’” he murmured. “I love that you have nicknames for me, but I liked hearing you say my name, too.”

Awww, that was sweet, but fuck if I wasn’t dying to have him moving behind me. I tried shifting my hips back, but Rowan just grabbed onto them, keeping me still.

“Rowan, please,” I begged, using his full name that time.

He growled and pulled out, making me moan, then he was pushing back in. His hands stayed on my hips, and I felt like they were a hot compress against my skin. His dick was moving in and out as he pumped me, but he kept it slow and leisurely. I enjoyed the feeling of his legs pressing against the back of my thighs, his dick inside me, and the random kisses and nibbles he would give my shoulder when he was buried inside of me.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

Then I was gasping, because he’d changed the angle just a bit, and he hit my prostate dead on. It was the craziest feeling, and I knew some guys didn’t like it, but I loved having my prostate nailed. Rowan took my gasp as encouragement (which it totally was), and he started to pick up the pace.

I’m not sure what kind of noises I made, but I think I drooled a little while Rowan was pounding into me. I couldn’t help it—the pleasure was intense. It was like my world was narrowed downto the places where Rowan touched me. Little zings of pleasure were running through me, making me feel like electricity was flowing through my body.

Rowan was groaning and growling, and it was the sexiest fucking sound I’d ever heard.

“Jesus, Milo, you’re so fucking good,” he murmured.

I could only groan in response. He put one hand down on the bed next to my shoulder, his chest pressed up against my back, and I moved my hand over to link our fingers together. One more point of contact; one more spot that felt alive because Rowan was touching me.

I didn’t think I could go any higher, and then Rowan bit down on my shoulder, and the little burst of pain turned into an avalanche of pleasure. Then his hips slowed, and holy fuck…

“Ohmygod,” I groaned out.

“You still want my knot, baby? Because you gotta tell me if you want me to pull out.”

“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck, yes. Knot me, Rowan. Please.”

I felt him growing larger inside of me, my hole stretching impossibly wide. His hips were barely moving, but each mini-thrust had that knot rubbing against my prostate. I didn’t think I could take any more, and then his knot was pulling at my rim, the feeling strange and erotic, rubbing against my insides. His tail came from wherever the fuck it went and wrapped around my dick, and that was all it took.