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"Feels like it," he said as he pulled me in for another kiss. His legs wrapped around me as he relaxed a little, and I eased in deeper until I was buried inside him all the way. He was so warm and tight, almost to the point of it being uncomfortable. The pleasure of being inside him vastly outweighed it, though.
"You feel so good," I purred, but there was a growling edge to my voice that kept it from sounding fully human. It was the kind of thing that should've bothered me, and it normally would have, but I was too deep in bliss to care at the moment.
"So do you," he gasped. His hips tilted into me and his eyes rolled back in bliss. "Fuck, Castor, yes, I… I need you. More."
The faint whine in his voice drove the knife of lust in even deeper. I loved it when he was like this. Needy. Desperate. Hungry for my cock, and my domination. I had never encountered anything hotter in my life.
The fact that Eddie was probably one of the strongest shifters who wasn't an alpha just made his submission all the sweeter.
I thrust into him harder, borderline delirious with how much I wanted him.
Even though he had quite literally begged me for it, he still gasped a little, his spine arching into me. That just drove me in deeper, and I moaned in strained bliss, slipping my arm beneath him to pull him up toward me so I had a better angle.
"Yes," he panted, squirming beneath me. His ass clenched down around the base of my cock, and that was enough for instinct to take over.
I could already feel my knot swelling inside him. He clearly felt it, too, because he squirmed in greater earnest, his breath coming in hot pants against my throat. He seemed at once to be trying to escape instinctively and to pull me closer.
"Good boy," I growled, grinding into him. "You like that?"
He nodded as if he was too breathless to speak and that realization took my breath away in turn. I had never knotted him knowing what was coming, and the anticipation left me reeling.
"I want it," he moaned, bucking into me. "Please."
His words made me dizzy and I found myself wondering if it was possible to pass out from sheer lust. If it was, he was definitely the only thing that could push me there.
"You're so fucking tight," I rasped, sounding more menacing than I intended. I found myself hoping I hadn’t frightened him, but when I looked down, there was unmistakable desire burning in his gaze.
I drove into him hard enough that he cried out in startled pain and pleasure.
My knot swelled to its full width within him, and another growl tore from my throat, even more furious sounding than the last. Eddie seemed to be too enraptured by the physical sensations to pay much mind, his nails digging into my shoulders.
"Fuck," he gasped as my knot locked us together once more. I came in a rush of ecstasy and heat as I had the most blinding orgasm yet. His body gripped me tighter, his nails scraping along my flesh as if he was desperate to pull me even closer, impossible as it was.
I had never felt more in sync with another person than I did in that moment, and I never wanted it to end. The fact that we were locked together was a relief, because I had no intention of letting him go anytime soon.
My teeth grazed his neck, but I resisted the urge to bite in again, as much as I wanted to.
"Do it," he murmured.
I froze, afraid to assume what he meant even though my mind certainly wanted to. "Do what?"
"Bite me," he said, still panting.
"I'll hurt you," I warned.
The heat that flared in his gaze suggested that wasn't the warning I had intended it as.
“Yes,” he said eagerly. “Hurt me.”
With that, he turned his neck and bared his throat to me, and I lost the last shred of willpower I was clinging to. How was I supposed to resist that?
I bent my head, running my tongue over the original bite that was finally beginning to heal. I found myself wondering if father Marius was right, and I really had marked him. If I hadn't, this would almost certainly do the trick, and while the thought of being bound to another person probably should've terrified me, it wasn't enough to outweigh the desire. Not if that person was Eddie, especially not now that he had asked me for it.
He could've asked me for the world itself, and I would've found a way to give it to him or died trying. I wasn't sure exactly what kind of sick obsession it was that had plagued me, and I wasn't even sure if it would end up being more of a curse to him than anything, but it was inescapable. For both of us.
Was this love? It figured that I was twisted enough for even that to be contorted into something raw and brutal and obsessive in my grasp. The seed of wicked fruit in the thorny soil of my soul.
As I sank my teeth—which felt more like fangs now—into his throat, Eddie gave a strangled cry of pleasure as he came, his body trembling violently beneath mine. I felt as if some invisible tie between us had tightened, bonding him even more irrevocably to me, making him mine. Mine to mark and tame and protect. Mine to hold, and mine alone. God help anyone who tried to take him from me, hunter or beast, because this thing—whatever it was—ran even deeper than the sacred oath I had taken as a hunter so many years ago.
