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Relief washed over me. Finally. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take, both because of the embarrassment and the physical exhaustion. Although, there was still a fresh wave of adrenaline coursing through my veins, so the latter wasn't so much of an issue at the moment.
Castor sheathed his blade, and when he put his hands on my chest, I felt like I was going to pass out. All I could do was stare at him in bewilderment and fascination as his hand traveled down my torso and rested over the bulge of my erection. I took in a rush of breath, too stunned to move as he gave my package a tight squeeze.
"What are you—?" My words broke off into a strangled moan as he started unbuckling my belt.
"Getting you out of rut," he answered, as if it should be obvious. And it should have, because there was no other reason he would be touching me like this.
He made quick work of my slacks and slipped his hand into the waistband of my boxers, taking my cock in hand again. But this time, there was no barrier of fabric between us. Just his skin on mine, and he felt like a cool oasis in the middle of the desert. I cursed the breathy sound that escaped me unbidden, but even though I knew this was all too good to be true, I couldn't bring myself to pull away.
My hands ended up on his shoulders, gripping tightly as he began to stroke me off. "Father de Leon, I—fuck," I breathed. It sounded more like a whimper.
He just smirked at me, a devilish little smile that should have brought me back to my senses. Instead, all it did was turn the roaring flame into a hellish inferno. Damn, it felt good, though. I found myself grinding into his hand desperately, still half-convinced this was a dream. I'd had plenty of them where this kind of thing happened, but it felt too real. And if it was a dream, I really didn't want to wake up anytime soon.
"Guess there is something above-average about you, after all," he said in a dry tone that cut even sharper than an actual blade would have.
I slumped against him, my head falling against his shoulder. "Only you could make that feel like an insult."
He just gave a throaty chuckle, a sound that seemed perfectly calibrated to unhinge something within me, like it was the exact frequency to match my arousal.
A strange impulse came over me, as foreign as it was powerful. Suddenly, it took all my willpower not to bite into his shoulder, so I turned my head away just in case I yielded to temptation again. I clearly did not have as much willpower as I wanted to believe.
"Good boy," he purred, just to make sure I didn't have a single shred of dignity left by the time he was done with me.
The worst part was, that turned me on more than anything. I never imagined I would have a kink for being talked to like I was a dog, but this day had been full of surprises in one form or another.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" he taunted.
All I could do was whimper, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Even his scent was deliriously appealing. I couldn't think straight at all, my breathing growing shallower by the minute.
"Fuck, I—" A strangled cry of bliss escaped me as I came in his grasp. He kept stroking until it became intolerable. I stopped bucking my hips into his hand for more and started trying to pull away in a panic.
He stopped, giving me a look of smug satisfaction as he pulled his hand out of my boxers. "Feeling better?"
Something in the way he asked that was more humiliating than anything else had been. Of course he was just doing this so we could get back to training. Like it was maintenance, just a necessary part of the care and keeping of werewolves. I wasn't sure what else I had expected, but just when I thought I couldn't sink to further depths of humiliation, life proved me wrong.
"I… Kind of?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I quickly wiped the corner of my mouth when I realized I had been drooling on his shoulder and hoped he hadn’t noticed. What the hell was wrong with me? The truth was, the orgasm hadn't even taken the edge off. If anything, it had only intensified the insatiable longing.
"Seriously?" His expression fell in disbelief. "For fuck's sake."
"It's not like I can help it!" I cried, hastily pulling my pants back up, since being even partially undressed was just making the whole situation all the more embarrassing.
Castor rolled his eyes. "All right, we're done for the day."
"We are?" I croaked, afraid to get my hopes up.
"Well, we certainly can't continue when you're like this," he said flatly. "You're barely even sentient. You're not going to retain a damn lick of the information I give you."
I was glad my skin was already flushed so he couldn’t see my face grow even hotter. "When will it stop?"
"It won't," he answered. "Not in any reasonable length of time, unless it's resolved."
"Resolved?" I echoed in confusion. "What does that mean?"
He gave me a look, as if it should be obvious. "What do you think it means?"
I opened my mouth to answer, then promptly shut it, because if I answered with my wishful thinking, I was probably going to get decked in the face again. This time, I’d probably deserve it.
"Just go back to your room for now until I'm finished working, and try not to sexually harass any of the other hunters," he said in a pointed tone. "If you think you can manage that."
