Page 94 of Reforging Onyx

Onyx was squirming as Dominic continued to fuck him, his moans getting louder with each stroke against his prostate. He met Dominic’s gaze with his own half-lidded eyes, and his lips parted in another soft groan — all noises he wasn’t hiding, for once, without having to be told to let them free.

His tiger was an art piece brought to life, wrought of passion-drunk eyes, kiss-swollen lips barely parted, begging for more kisses, for Dominic to stake his claim on the witch so indelibly that nothing would dare risk it again. That nothing could risk the way that he’d etched himself into the very fundamental essence of Onyx’s being.

Dominic needed to see his beautiful tiger come from his cock alone.

“Don’t move your hands,” he ordered as he started to thrust even more powerfully into Onyx’s body. He rose onto his knees as he sought the leverage to drive the Rayne witch over the edge from his fucking alone, each stroke directly pegging Onyx’s prostate.

Onyx grasped the sheets. “D-Dominic,” he whispered, blinking up at him.

Dominic drank in every sight, every sound of his tiger’s passion, every unconscious clutching of the sheets beneath his fingers and the way Onyx’s hair moved on the pillows as he writhed on his cock. Dominic’s release was rising quickly in him, the threatening tightness in his lower back and balls alerting him, but he refused to come again until his tiger was lost in pleasure. Until his body was driven to heights that rivaled anything he’d felt before.

“Onyx,” he said, his voice a deep rumble of exertion and need and ownership. “My Onyx.”

Onyx shuddered, then he closed his eyes as he visibly gave himself over to the pleasure, crying out as he spilled again between them.

Yes, yes.

That was what Dominic needed. That was how his tiger was meant to be. Drunk with pleasure, unable to hold back his cries or mask his responses. Open and raw and lost.

Dominic buried himself deep into Onyx’s hole again and came, pumping cum into the boy’s yielding body.

His. His tiger. His Onyx. His. Always his. Forever his.

Let Onyx try to resist his claim now.

His ownership.

Dominic remained buried in Onyx’s body until he’d finished coming, then he drew back and pulled free of his body so he could stretch out beside him. His cock was still hard, and he wasn’t ready to be done, but he was deeply satiated in a way that he hadn’t felt in… ever, that he could think of.

Onyx hummed sleepily as Dominic pulled out, surprising him when Onyx turned to him and curled into his side.

Dominic’s hand came up automatically to the younger witch’s hip. He’d fully intended to turn Onyx the other direction and slip his cock back into that delicious hole, but this would do as well.

And he might as well let Onyx rest for a few moments before demanding more of him.

He closed his eyes, letting his fingers idly trace patterns on Onyx’s hip.

Several minutes passed before Onyx started to slowly rub his cock against Dominic’s thigh for friction, groaning against his skin as he did.

Dominic’s fingers tightened on Onyx’s hip. He was more than ready to go again, to be inside Onyx’s body once more.

Would Onyx take his own pleasure, he wondered. Well, he knew that Onyx would stroke himself and stroke them both, but what else would he do?

He tugged at Onyx’s hip, encouraging the younger witch to slide atop him.

Onyx’s eyes went to Dominic’s as he tugged at him, confusion in his hazy expression as he did. “What?”

“Ride me,” Dominic murmured softly. “Take your pleasure.”

Onyx froze at that, and though he straddled Dominic’s waist, he shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Try it,” Dominic coaxed, his hands rubbing Onyx’s thighs softly. “If you don’t like it, you can stop.”

They’d just do something else instead.

Onyx bit his bottom lip. “Not this time." He shook his head again.

Dominic’s hands continued to stroke Onyx’s thighs. He wanted to push, to ask for more, but the younger witch had given him quite a bit already, and there was the possibility that pushing could turn this the wrong way. He didn’t have an accurate enough read on Onyx to know for sure, and his need to stake his claim on the witch’s body had been well, well satiated. Enough that he didn’t need more from Onyx at that moment.