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My mind races to all the possibilities, but I know exactly what he’s talking about. With my back turned to him, my cock in my fist and his t-shirt held against my face as I growled all the depraved things I wanted to do to him.

Blood rushes to my cock and my balls grow heavy between my spread thighs. “I did. And other far more degrading things.”

I watch the physical shiver take hold of Blake, his eyes glistening with lust. “Like what?”

My smirk is evil as my mind races with thoughts of chasing him through the forest, of fucking his little body beneath mine. Of pumping him full of cum until his belly swells, but also of how his inner walls would feel stretched around my fist, how warm his body would be spread open at my elbow. I want to wear him like a glove. I want to ruin his hole until it gapes and can’t close. I want to feed him until his thin frame grows plump and full. But more so, I want his mind empty. I want to be his Daddy. Where he doesn’t have to think about the worries of life, where he can just be himself.

“You’re not ready,” is all I can say.

The pout that takes hold of Blake’s face has a groan spilling from my chest. He’s adorable. I want to bite that lower lip. I want to taste his tongue on mine.

With the snap of my arm banding around his lithe waist, my composure cracks as I slam my lips against his.

Blake’s gasp shakes his frame, his hands landing against my pecks, his fingers pressing deep into the muscle.

With his lips parted, I slide my tongue into his mouth, tasting his saliva melding with mine. Arching his back, Blake presses his front to mine, his arms circling my neck as he desperately holds himself close.

Hooking an arm under his knee, I spread his legs, pulling him onto my lap, our skin brushing together as he straddles me with a moan.

“F-fuck,” Blake murmurs around my lips.

Beneath the heated water our cocks meet. His smaller and paler, shadowed by my own, that’s thicker with an angry red tip.

“Do you feel that, sweet thing?” I bite his lip. “How hard you make Daddy?”

Blake’s whimper sends a wave of heat through me as I sink my hand beneath the water, grasping our cocks together and giving us a gentle pump.

Blake’s dick is so much smaller than mine once I stiffen entirely. His hips rock forward, his head tilts back, exposing his elegant neck that has my inner beast scratching at the surface.

I force myself to take a deep breath, fending off the sudden urge to shift into my Sasquatch form.

“M-more,” Blake whines. “Please, show me all the things you want to do to me. I want to be…” His voice trails off as if his mind has suddenly realized what he’s saying.

I don’t like it one bit. I want this boy to lose all sense of mind. I want him delirious with lust until it’s primal. I want his brain to shut off and let the floodgates open. I need to see exactly what’s inside of my mate’s soul.

“Hold on to me.” I shift Blake higher, his arms tighten around my neck and his scent surrounds me. “Tell me what you want to be.”

I press my lips back to his, taking his tongue in mine as my hand continues to stroke us together. Still, Blake’s words are caught in his throat as I pull away and lead a trail of kisses along his jaw.

“Be a good boy and tell Daddy,” I urge as I reach with my other hand to his chest. My fingers dance across his smooth skin as they flutter over his pierced nipple. I give it a tug, which results in a strained gasp from Blake.

“Sensitive!” he hisses. But I don’t stop. Instead, I begin pulling and twisting at his hard peak until the poor boy is squirming with distress. His breath coming out in pained pants.

“Please…”

I arch a brow at him as he watches me through heavy lids. “Please, what?”

I can see the war raging inside of my mate. His cheeks are flushed, his body is alive and hard against mine, but his mind simply won’t let him let go.

“Daddy,” Blake whispers, as if the forest will hear him.

I twist his nipple again, enjoying his pained yelp. “Then tell me what you want to be.”

A single tear leaks from his hazel eyes, “To be used. Use me any way you like, Daddy.”

The pride that surges through me is like sunshine raining down on us. “Such a good boy, baby.” I take his lips in mine, sealing my praise with a kiss.

Letting his sensitive nipple free, I trail my fingers down his side, feeling his ribs beneath his skin. That will change. I’ll make sure he’s well-fed and full for the rest of his life. Sinking my hand lower, I feel the arch of his spine, the roundness of his ass.