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“Those were the happiest moments of my life,” he corrected himself. “Now, the happiest moments of my life are ones like these.” He flexed his body in a way that felt like he was offering himself to me. “Now I have the best of everything I’ve ever wanted. I have orders, duty, expectations of service placed on me, and I have love, too. Maybe you don’t understand because you were raised as a nobleman, but you owning me, you commanding me, and especially you fucking me and taking what you want from me however you want it—” He let out a sudden, emotional sigh and blinked back tears. “This is a dream come true for me. It is better than a dream.”
“Oh, Avenel,” I sighed, spreading over him and bending down to ravish his mouth again.
I got it. Suddenly, everything clicked. I understood. Avenel wasn’t like me, he was his own, beautiful and amazing self. Everything I felt for him—the lust and the adoration, the need to control and the pleasure I felt when he knelt at my feet or sucked my cock, or just when he put supper on the table—all of those wolfish feelings gave him everything he had always wanted.
I wasn’t mean or overbearing or wrong in any way. My aggression gave Avenel what he needed, and Avenel’s submission fed my desire and love for him. We fueled each other in the best possible way just by opening up to each other and to our own inner natures.
“I love you,” I told him, lifting up enough to let him breath, then shoving his hands up above his head again. “I love you as I’ve never loved anyone before.”
He let out a sound of sweet surrender…which ignited ravenous feelings in me that seemed almost paradoxical, considering the tenderness I’d just shared with him. I wanted to fuck him mercilessly. I wanted to claim and own him in a way that wouldn’t leave either of us in any doubt that I was his master and he was my pup.
I hesitated for only a moment before reaching for the ointment and slicking my cock. I spread the remainder left on my hand across his hole before setting the jar aside, but it wasn’t much. Something burned in me. I wanted him to feel it, really feel it, when I fucked him. Even if it hurt a little. My heart and soul told me he would love it, even if pain wasn’t a particular interest of ours, like it was with Jace and Gennadi, because I was giving it to him.
I let go of any inhibitions and hooked my arms under his knees, folding him nearly in half. The forceful way I held him left him completely open and vulnerable, but he didn’t struggle at all. His breath came in fast, shallow pants, and his eyes were hazy with need and expectation, but that was it. I could really and truly hurt him in that moment and he would let me.
I took what I wanted, bringing my cock to his hole and pushing in as hard as I could. Avenel’s ring of muscle resisted at first and he cried out, but there was so much more than just pain in his cry. I could tell it wasn’t comfortable, at least not at first, but he loved it, he wanted it.
I groaned as I sunk as deeply as I could into him, then rocked at a punishing pace until I was buried to the hilt in him with each thrust. From there, I put everything I had into using him to fuck myself closer and closer to orgasm. Avenel put up no resistance whatsoever, giving me everything, including his cries of pain and pleasure and the tears that ran down the side of his face.
I was shocked that his tears fired my blood even more, but they made something deep within me roar. They were tears of joy, but they were more than that too. They were his gift to me, liquid diamonds of surrender.
That tipped me right over the edge, and I came with a force that took my breath away. It felt so good to come inside him, claiming him by leaving my essence within him. I wished I could keep part of myself inside of him at all times. It was as good an excuse as any to fuck his ass every day. Not that he needed that reminder to know he was mine.
My energy drained quickly as I finished coming, but I managed to stay inside of Avenel for the time being and to balance above him with one arm. He was still writhing with pleasure, so I grasped his cock with my free hand and stroked him to take that pleasure all the way.
“Come for me, pup,” I gasped breathlessly, watching his face as I made my demand.
Avenel obeyed immediately, a sob splitting from him as thick jets of cum spilled out of him like a river, painting his stomach and chest. He gripped the pillow hard above his head and shook with pleasure as I milked him. His body squeezed around my cock, sending a pulse of longing through me, like I might be able to come again if I concentrated.
Moments later, the intensity of the moment drifted into the sated bliss of our aftermath. I pulled out of Avenel and reached over to the table where the ointment sat, grabbing the soft cloth that waited there as well. I cleaned us both up a bit, tossed the cloth to the floor, then spooned Avenel’s hot, trembling body against my own.
“You are mine,” I whispered in his ear. “I don’t care what anyone says. I own you, and I will never give you up.”
Avenel whimpered, deeply subdued by our lovemaking, then replied with a sweet, small, “Thank you, master. I love you.”
Those words, the way Avenel had called me “master” stopped me from drifting into sleep, even though Avenel dropped off like he hadn’t slept for days. The thrill of it was too much, and instead of sleeping, I just lay there with my heart pounding, smiling as though I’d just been made king of the world.
Avenel loved me, and I loved him. It felt like I’d come home after a long journey. It made me think about our future, too. Maybe I would continue on as one of Magnus’s ambassadors to the Kostya Kingdom. I was flailing to figure out my place in both kingdoms now, but not as much as I had been two months ago. Perhaps if an older wolf were to share the position with me and guide me to learn what I needed to know, I might be able to do real good for both the Kostya Kingdom and the Wolf River Kingdom. Magnus and Sai might need someone like me, particularly if the Old Realm threatened us.
My elated feelings and hopeful thoughts kept me from sleep for over an hour. That was likely the only reason I heard the quiet knock on our front door.
I ignored it at first, my tired mind telling me it was just the wind knocking a branch against the side of the cottage. But there were no trees near enough to make contact with the cottage, and the knocking persisted.
Then I heard the baby’s cry.
With a sharp gasp, I sat upright, accidentally waking Avenel as I did. I knew immediately who was at the door. The baby crying meant it could only be Premila. And the only reason she would be at my door in the middle of the night was if something were very wrong.
I threw off the bedcovers and jumped out of bed, bolting to the hooks on the wall where my and Avenel’s robes hung.
“What is it?” Avenel asked in a sleep-hazed voice. “Is something wrong?”
The knocking sounded again, and the baby continued to cry. Avenel’s eyes went wide as he figured it out too.
“Stay here for now,” I warned him. “Let me see what’s going on first.”
I tied my robe tightly and headed for the door, then had second thoughts.
“You can put your robe on and wait at the top of the stairs in case I need you,” I said before opening our door and dashing into the hall.
