Page 104 of Bloodgrove

Will felt the heat through the haze of his own building climax, felt Eric spill inside him. Every short, hard thrust was wet, filling him more and more.

And then, with his cock still buried deep inside Will, something changed, pressure building.

“Eric?” Will gasped.

The fullness inside him expanded farther, stretching him to his limit, beyond what he had thought himself capable of taking. It felt like a fist forming inside him, Eric’s cock growing, threatening to tear him apart.

“Damn it!” Eric came back to himself from the ecstasy of his climax. He tried to pull out of Will, but it was already too late. “I didn’t know that would happen!”

Again, Eric tried to withdraw, but only created more pressure, and Will screamed.

“I don’t know if I can take it,” Will breathed, lowering his head. Although dizziness swept through him and his fingers trembled, his cock twitched impatiently. Even the smallest movement pushed the swollen part against Will’s sensitive spot. Slowly he shifted his hips, and his next scream was a moan.

Eric grinned, drew Will back against him, and kissed the bite wound.

“You like that? Being stuffed full by me, stretched to your limit? Such a depraved pup,” he murmured into his ear.

The words alone almost sent Will over the edge.

Eric reached for Will’s cock, his claw smearing the salty beads gathered there, and began stroking him in long, devastating pulls. In rhythm with it, he moved his hips, as much as in his state was possible. But it was enough; it was too much.

With a strangled cry, Will clawed at Eric’s arms. Everything dissolved to the spot where their bodies were one, where Eric had filled him with his seed and sealed it. Where Will’s own release gathered. He didn’t want this to end, but at the same time ecstasy called to him.

He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

The world exploded into light. This was what salvation felt like—to die in a universe of stars and finally shed his mortal shell.

“Gods, what a sweet sound,” Eric murmured, his lips against Will’s ear. “The way you clench around my cock… Come. Give me every last drop.”

Licking his tongue across the bites, spiking small bolts of pain, he stroked Will empty. Milked every last drop of him onto the carpet.

Surrendered, lost in delirium, Will sagged against the shoulder of his monster.

Panting, they remained like that. Only slowly, like sunlight filtering through heavy clouds, reality returned to them. Pleasure still echoed through Will’s body.

Would Eric say again that nothing had happened? Would Will find regret in his eyes the moment he looked at him? How many more times could he endure being called a mistake?

“How long will you stay like this?”

“We are going to find out.”

Eric wrapped his arms around Will and, with more strength than Will would have credited him with, carried him to the bed. It was awkward and felt strange, but still holding him, Eric sank with him into Elodie’s pillows.

Yet Eric did not let him go. Instead, he kissed Will’s throat, the curve into his shoulder, the edge of the wound, his upper arm.

And something inside Will relaxed.

They had no future and were quite literally joined together, but Eric did not push him away. If anything, he buried his nose in Will’s hair, his clawed hands exploring his body, every small wound and bruise he had left behind.

“Do you hate me?” Eric asked roughly.

“Why would I?”

Will would do it again without hesitation. His body was still soaring on the rush of endorphins, everything pleasantly tingling and sore.

And Eric was still inside him, thick and hard and slick with semen, and it was perfect.

“Because I do not regret it. What I did to you. That you cannot get away, that you are my prisoner. It excites me to see how completely I have made you mine.”