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I grimaced at the condescension dripping from his words.
"No," I said quickly. "I just… don't think I've ever done this with a guy."
Definitely not this.
He raised an eyebrow. I waited for him to make a crack about that, too, but instead, he sighed. “Just try to relax. It’ll hurt, but not as much as you’re thinking.”
I was about to ask how he knew that, too, but something told me that was a mistake.
“O-okay.”
He spread some more lube onto his fingers and stretched out at my side, pushing my legs apart so he could slip his fingers into my cleft. My whole body tensed automatically, and I stopped breathing as I felt him spreading the cool gel around my hole. Even that felt good, and it sent a throbbing kind of heat to my cock.
I’d never gotten so hard so soon after coming, but it was like that hadn’t even taken the edge off. Fear merged with excitement hummed alongside the heat beneath my skin, and as he breached me with the tips of his fingers, a strange shiver ran up my spine.
I gasped sharply, my fists balling up in the bedsheets as he drove his fingers in deeper and crooked them, pressing into what I assumed was my prostate even though I was pretty fucking sure I’d never played with it before.
As foggy as my memories from my human life were, I would definitely have remembered that singular sensation. It was almost an ache, but rather than the acrid bite of pain, it was filled with pleasure I’d never experienced before—a deep, pulsing surge of bliss that at once had me squirming in discomfort and gasping for more.
“Fuck,” I said through my teeth as he started stroking, repeating the gentle arc of his fingers until my spine arched in response.
“You like that?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but I didn’t have the same uneasy feeling I usually did whenever I was the butt of his and Arrow’s taunting.
“Y-yes,” I choked out. I wasn’t sure what that said about me, but I did.
He kissed me, and I moaned in bliss against his lips, running my tongue along his bottom lip until his mouth opened for me. I delved into it with my tongue as forcefully as his fingers drove into my ass, and as he started thrusting them, I kissed him harder.
“Relax,” he repeated. Once again, I found any command from him, however intimate, impossible to resist. I instinctively wanted to obey him, and that impulse was at once fascinating and terrifying.
My body responded where I was incapable, and his thrusts started to be a little easier to bear. My eyes fluttered shut and my head fell back as the initial pain ebbed away, leaving room only for pleasure. He pulled out all too soon, and I gave a strangled whimper before I could stop myself.
Something strange darkened Castor’s eyes, and I was too mesmerized by it to be properly embarrassed. He climbed on top of me, pushing my legs further apart to make room for himself. He coated his cock in more lube because, for once, he seemed inclined toward mercy. He pressed the head of his swollen shaft against my hole, which was still slightly agape from his fingers.
His hands settled on either side of my head as he lowered his body further onto mine, and I felt him pressing in harder, so close to breaking through the tight ring of muscle that automatically clenched down against the invasion even though I wanted it. Even though I wanted him.
When he finally entered me, it hurt more than I had expected, despite his reassurances, but when I saw the pleasure cross his features, I couldn’t hold it against him. His lips parted with a sudden rush of breath, and his eyes were glazed with a kind of hunger I didn’t think humans possessed.
Certainly not hunters. Certainly not for me.
I could hardly see through the tears burning my eyes as what had started as a dull ache became a sharp sting that was almost too much to bear. A pathetic whimper escaped me, and while I expected Castor to scold me for whining, it wasn’t voluntary. Instead, he bent down and pressed his lips to mine, swallowing the timid sounds I made as he sheathed himself inside me fully.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered next to my ear, his voice throaty and too intoxicating as he nipped lightly at my earlobe. That little gesture sent an obscene thrill down my spine and I shivered beneath him, clenching down harder in the process.
Every point of contact was at once euphoric and torturous. His fingers combing through my hair, his body so muscular and perfect on top of mine, his abdominal muscles flexing with each thrust into me. It was all overwhelming and blindingly, deliriously good.
His kiss became violent, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with force equal to his cock driving into my ass. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to hit my spot or it just worked out that way, but the pleasure was too intense to even care about the pain anymore. And there was still plenty of it, despite how much I wanted him.
The way his body was responding to mine left no room to doubt that he wanted me, too, at least in this capacity. At least right now. And that knowledge alone would have been enough to satisfy me, even if it wasn’t for his skill.
“Castor,” I whimpered, sounding far more pathetic than I intended as my fingers tangled in his hair, as if trying to pull him closer. I’d wrapped my legs around him, my hips bucking wildly for more even though he was already stretching me beyond capacity.
He looked down at me, the slightest hint of concern ebbing into his lust. “Did I hurt you?”
I could only shake my head. I couldn’t remember how to form a sentence anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted, really, or why I had said his name, other than the fact that it felt so right on my tongue. Instead, I kissed him and he gradually relaxed, returning it. He took over soon enough, and I realized I had no hope of outmatching his aggression, not even in rut. Instead, I gave in to the new yet enticing urge to yield to it. To open myself fully to his invasion, and submit my body to his conquest.
Something like a growl rumbled through his chest as he drove into me even harder. This time, the pain momentarily eclipsed the pleasure, but I craved that, too. It didn’t matter how bad it hurt, it was evidence of the fact that he wanted me, so I’d happily let him fuck me into oblivion if that was what it took.
And judging from the look in his eyes as he gazed down at me and pinned my wrists to the bed, it just might. His eyes had taken on a reddish glow again, and this time, I knew it wasn’t just the light. He had always seemed too perfect to be a mere human, and that had never been truer than in this moment. He looked like some dark avenging angel half-drunk on lust. He looked like a hunter, and the way he was looking at me in turn left no room to doubt I was the prey.
