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“You know I do, sweetheart.” My voice is hoarse, thick with desire. He has no idea how much I want him. How much I have hungered to touch him and taste him and hear him scream in pleasure.

“I’m all yours.” He drops his hand and climbs one step higher. “If you can catch me.” With that, he turns and bolts up the stairs, his feet thudding softly on the worn carpet. I could catch him in less than a second, but his laughter and the thrill of the chase have me rooted to the spot, my hand on the old wooden bannister.

“Run, sweet Caspian. You will be all mine very soon.”

He pauses on the landing, his chest rising and falling under rapid breaths. His smile widens seconds before he darts right and runs down the corridor, the sound of a door closing and then another echoing through the old house.

I take my time. One measured step after the other until I’m at the top of the stairs. Narrowing my eyes down the corridor, I grin at all the closed doors. My sweet little prey wants to play, and I am all too eager.

Opening the first door I come to, I peek my head inside, knowing by smell alone that he isn’t in there, but I go through the motion of checking before moving to the next room.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, my sweet,” I taunt, making my way to the next closed door – the only other one on this side of the house. Caspian’s bedroom. Hand on the doorknob, I slowly turn it, then push it open, expecting to find him hiding somewhere inside. But he's not. He's standing at the foot of the bed, his mouth parted in a soft O as he toys with the hem of his t-shirt. Our eyes meet and he doesn’t break contact as he slowly lifts the fabric up and over his head.

I hold back a growl, my eyes raking over him, from the flush at his neck to the sleek lines of his collarbone to the pert rosebud nipples on his fair chest. There’s a dusting of hair there and another trail leading from below his belly button to the waistband of his joggers.

“You haven't caught me yet,” he teases, taking a step back and then another.

I stalk forward, closing the space between us before he can react and grip him just above his hips. Bending, I press my nose to the spot beneath his ear and breathe deeply. My body tingles with that telltale sign of a shift, but I push it away and lick a stripe over his salty-sweet skin.

“All mine.”

Caspian cards a hand through my hair, strands of it falling out of my bun as he uses his hold to guide my face to his. Our lips meet in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. Hot. Desperate. Brutal. Caspian kisses me like he can’t get enough. Like I am the answer to a question he has been searching for. Inside, my beast rumbles, my nerves lighting up, blood pulsing beneath my skin. I kiss him back, just as urgently, with as much passion and hunger because he is my answer. My everything.

“Sterling,” he rasps, trying to pull away. I bite his lip and he mewls, leaning in to kiss me again. With a hand on his nape, I hold him tighter, our breaths becoming one. The air between us flowing out of him and into me. If he could survive without air as long as I could, I would never stop kissing him. Eventually, though, he pulls away, gasping as fresh oxygen hits his lungs.

Gaze locked on mine, he unbuttons my shirt, leaning in to nuzzle the hair on my chest. I float my hands down his spine in a long, firm motion, letting them rest above his ass before I rake them up again, this time pulling my nails up his back. Caspian shudders, but doesn’t stop working my shirt off, his soft hands tracing the lines of my shoulders as the fabric falls to the floor.

“On the bed, my sweet. On your knees. I want to see all of you,” I command with a gentle nudge backwards. Caspian lets go of me, a hand falling to the erection tenting his trousers.

“Should I take these off?” His other hand slides beneath the waistband, his eyes fluttering closed for a second when he touches himself.

“Yes. All of it.”

He doesn’t hesitate, toeing off his shoes and joggers, but leaving on his stripy socks. Turning his back to me, Caspian moves to the bed and climbs on, dropping to his elbows so that his back is arched.

I’m too engrossed in him to move. Too taken by the contours of his lean body, the goosebumps sprinkling his skin, and the perfect fullness of his cheeks. I want to stare. Eat him with my eyes before devouring him with my tongue, and teeth and lips.

My cock is hard, pressing against the zip of the trousers I’m wearing. I don’t have underwear on, so when I unzip, my cock pops out, hot, heavy and wanting.

Caspian looks over his shoulder, smiling when he takes in my erection and the way I’m stroking myself.

“Like what you see?” He wriggles, spreading his legs further apart. I dart forward in a flash, the bed dipping as I position myself behind him, my hands immediately cupping the supple globes of his ass. My body hums with a pleasant sensation, all the way down to my cock where the spot at the base throbs, much like it does before my knot appears. How I would love to enter my human and stretch him wide on my knot, letting him feel every inch of my cock as it buries inside his tight channel.

“What is it you desire, my sweet Caspian?” I knead his flesh, pressing my thumbs into the dents at the base of his spine, then dig my nails in, watching as red ribbons blossom on his skin. Caspian moans, dropping his forehead to the sheets.

“I don’t know…You’re the first man I’ve…and…ugh,” he groans when he can’t get the words out. For all the confidence he had a moment ago, he sounds somewhat nervous now.

Leaning over him, I pepper feather-lite kisses along his spine.

“Don’t overthink it. Go with your instinct.”

“Okay,” he says, his voice a whisper. “I want you-” he pauses, pushing out a lungful of air, “-in charge. I don’t want to make any decisions. Have me however you want me.” He presses up on one elbow and looks over his shoulder again. “Can you do that?”

Fuck.

He’s showing me so much trust and vulnerability, opening up to me like his soul knows I belong to him and would give him everything good in this world if I could. Food, and more goats, and soft clothing, and hot showers, and orgasms. So many wonderful, tantalising orgasms.

“I can do that. Anything for you.”