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At least, that was what I needed to tell myself. For the sake of my remaining fragments of ego.
"Oh, fuck," I breathed as he took me in deeper.
He alternated between sucking hard and gentling when that became unbearable, like he knew my body better than I did.
"They teach you guys this in hunter school or something?" I asked breathlessly. "How to suck off the monsters you can't kill?"
He dug his nails into my hips to shut me up, but even that turned me on. Pain from him was sweeter than pleasure from anyone else.
He continued to alternate between running his tongue up the underside of my cock and taking me deep into his throat, sucking until I couldn't remember my own name anymore.
Edmond? Edward? Robert?
Pretty sure it was Robert, come to think of it.
"Castor, if you don't stop, I'm gonna—"
He seemed to take that as further incentive, and sealed his lips back around my crown, his tongue pressed against the underside, warm and velvety.
I cried out in bliss, my hips surging against his hands, which were keeping them pinned as if he had anticipated my complete lack of control. I guess that was kind of a pattern.
Part of me had been afraid that my inability to calm down on my own would carry over into whatever the hell this was, but that clearly wasn't a problem. He had mastery over my body's responses as surely as he did over his weapons. I had envied that sword in his hands on more than a few occasions, and I was all too happy to be an instrument, pliant to his will as long as he kept strumming all the right chords.
At the last second, he withdrew my cock from his mouth, and I spilled my come all over my own torso. The orgasm was too intense to even be properly humiliated. The aftershocks lingered long after I had spent the last drop of pleasure, and Castor moved back as if to study his work.
I wished he wouldn't look at me like that. Like I was a project. I was sure he was about to ask if I was out of rut yet, and while the blowjob had taken the edge off more than all my efforts combined, I could still feel the fire burning under my skin, demanding to either consume me or be extinguished.
"Good boy," he said, and before I could protest the humiliating If arousing sentiment, he took two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked the come that remained off of them. My brain short-circuited and my mouth fell open. All I could do was stare at him, even as his eyes glimmered, plainly mocking me. "You don't taste bad at all."
I waited for him to follow that up with something like, "For a dog,” but he didn't. I still didn't know how to respond to that.
I watched in confusion as he reached down to rummage through his pants on the floor for something. He pulled out a tiny bottle of clear liquid, and I had no idea what he was planning on doing, but the truth was, I didn't really care. Not as long as it was him doing it.
He climbed back into bed, and the sight of him slicking a generous layer of lube down his cock was almost enough to make me lose my mind. I resisted the urge to jump on him, which seemed to amuse him deeply.
"Are you shy all of a sudden?" he teased. Somehow, he was even crueler like this than when he had been beating me mercilessly in the training room.
"No, I just… I don't know what you want, and I'm afraid to assume."
That answer seemed to amuse him more than anything. He blew a puff of air through his nostrils. "You're in rut, and the only guaranteed way to solve that problem is to knot something. Since there’s no way in hell you’re doing that to me, the next best thing is me fucking you and hoping that works. If it doesn’t, you’re gonna have to find someone else.”
I stared blankly at him. "Knot?" I echoed, my voice sounding strained and pathetic. "You mean—?"
"Yes, alphas have a knot," he said slowly. "Have you ever watched a nature documentary? Because it's pretty much what it sounds like."
"Right," I mumbled as heat rushed into my face. And here I thought all the blood had already rushed to my cock. I was already hard again, which didn't even seem like it should have been possible, but I figured that was an effect of the rut, too. Or Castor. Maybe both. I was too afraid to ask. "But I don't have one of those, so…"
"It's not visible unless you're really… into it," he explained. “It would take more than just a blowjob.”
"You sure know a lot about werewolf anatomy," I remarked against my better judgment.
Yeah, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. His eyes narrowed. "I hunt you, dumbass. Of course I know about these things. Now shut up and get on your back.”
The irritation laced in his words did nothing to mute their affect on me. If anything, it only amplified it. I certainly wasn't going to wait around for him to change his mind.
I lay back and rested my head against the pillow, my knees bent awkwardly since I really had no idea what I was supposed to do. I wasn’t even sure if I could go through with this, but my curiosity was just slightly outweighing my trepidations.
“What, are you a virgin or something?" he asked.
