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For the first time, I didn’t care. As long as I washisprey, it didn’t matter if he fucked me, ruined me, or killed me. As long as he didn’t stop.
A strangled cry tore from my throat, and my spine arched into him as he changed angles just slightly enough to drive me wild. The pleasure became even more unbearable than the pain, and his nails dug into my wrists hard enough to leave marks.
Another violent thrust and he released a torrent of come inside me, hot and burning. I wasn’t sure if it felt that way because of the rut and the havoc it was playing with my body temperature, or because he’d fucked me raw, but either way, it was torturous. And apparently, my brain’s wires between pleasure and pain were badly crossed.
I buried my face in his neck with another whimper, and his rich, intoxicating scent was enough to push me over the edge. Right as I came, another strange impulse burst forth along with the release, and my eye teeth ached like my fangs were trying to come through even though I wasn't shifted. Then again, if I could go into rut in this form…
Before I could follow through on the suddenly overwhelming impulse to bite, the familiar sound of a gun cocking pricked my sensitive ears, and I felt the barrel of the pistol pressed to my temple.
When the hell had he—?
"Don't you fucking dare," Castor said, his voice still rough from his moans of bliss. His glazed eyes were sharp as he looked down at me, holding the gun to my head while I was still convulsing from the most intense orgasm of my life. And quite possibly the last.
"I'm sorry," I breathed, still not quite sure what I was apologizing for, or even what I'd almost done. "I don't—I don't know what happened."
"You were about to mark me," he said pointedly. He didn't sound as pissed off as he should've been. At least, not for a guy holding a gun to someone's head.
"Mark you?" I echoed in confusion, my ears still ringing.
"It's something wolves do with their mates," he explained calmly, still a bit breathless. "A bite to the neck during or shortly after climax results in the forging of a chemical bond between two people."
"A bond?" That didn't sound so bad, but I must not have done a decent enough job of hiding my curiosity. Now he looked pissed.
"An unbreakable bond," he added, as if that was somehow supposed to be more of a deterrent.
"Like imprinting?" I asked.
He hesitated. "Something like that, yes."
"Whoa," I breathed. I could definitely see why he was so averse to the idea. Me, on the other hand… "Um. Do you think you could put the gun down? Maybe?"
He rolled his eyes, and I realized only then that he still had the safety on before he placed the gun on my bedside table. "Just don't get any more ideas."
"It wasn't intentional," I said. "Now that I know it's possible, I'll be careful."
"You’d better be," he said. Only he could manage to be so menacing during this kind of thing.
The close brush with death aside, I was still reeling from the pleasure. "I've never felt anything like that before," I murmured, twitching a little. I was still partially hard, even though I didn't feel the same blinding heat beneath my skin as before. I could think clearly, for one thing. For the most part. As clearly as I was ever capable of thinking around him.
"I'm sure," he scoffed. Once he realized I wasn't going to try to bite him again, he seemed to relax a little and sighed in satisfaction. “I have to admit, you feel amazing.”
That admission drove me crazy all over again. My cock stiffened once more, and I squirmed uncomfortably since it was pressed between us.
His next sigh was an exasperated one. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"
If I wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of humor in his voice.
"I mean, you’re still inside me,” I said in my defense. "It's kind of hard not to get turned on when you say stuff like that."
My words seemed to take him by surprise, and for a few moments, I hovered on the edge of not knowing whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
He finally just huffed a laugh, pulling out and rolling onto his side before gathering me into his arms. "Just give me a minute, and we can go again."
"Really?" I asked doubtfully. I warred with myself for a moment, because while I didn’t want to pass up the chance to be with him again, I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, either. “I don’t think I’m in rut anymore.”
He cocked his head, as if that response perplexed him. “That’s all it took? Your knot still hasn’t come out.”
For some reason, that made me blush. “Guess I’m defective that way, too, then.”
