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The notion flashed across his mind that he was being killed, and that he would never survive this encounter. Maddox was capable of destroying him easily. In these fading moments, Will was astonished at his own arrogance. He had truly imagined that he could resist Mad, and that he could perhaps even fight him. He had always known that wasn’t actually true somewhere in the back of his mind. Now he knew it fundamentally and physically.
He relaxed in a way he had not relaxed in months. He surrendered, not just to Maddox, but to his own mortality. He gave up trying to be strong, trying to be tough, trying to be anything besides Maddox’s.
The vampire master kept Will wrapped tight in his arms as he made love to him with long, passionate, dominant strokes. It was a claiming and a completion, a leaving and a return. Every time Mad’s cock bottomed out inside Will, he felt incredibly full and completely owned. It was such a relief to give in.
With every stroke, Maddox’s cock sank deeper, stretching him wide, dominating him without needing to try to dominate. Will was sinking into submission in the vampire’s arms, giving up a battle he had been fighting every minute of every day for many months.
If Maddox had expected a battle in the bedroom, he would have been disappointed. Will had no fight left in him. All he had was his hot, tight, muscular body and the part of him pulsing around Maddox’s cock.
“You’re mine,” Maddox purred elegantly. “And you’re perfect in my eyes, no matter what you do. You always have been. I may fail you, William. But you can never fail me.”
A fresh burst of tears accompanied that statement, Will sobbing against Maddox’s neck, his legs wrapped around Maddox’s waist. He was so close to coming, and even closer to breaking down completely. Teetering on the verge of two emotional edges, he found solace only in surrender, in letting his master’s motions inside him command his reactions.
“You are a good boy, even when you are bad,” Maddox murmured, holding himself deep inside Will, now putting a hand on each side of his pup’s face and looking deep in his eyes.
It was a more intense connection than Will thought he could bear. He was stretched and he was filled and he could not escape Mad’s piercing gaze because he was impaled on his master’s cock.
He wanted to hide. He was so ashamed of himself, so hurt, so very sad, and so very relieved to discover he was still loved.
Maddox began to move inside him again, slow strokes, deep thrusts, languid lovemaking. Will found himself being soothed by this slower pace, and once more he began to melt into pure pleasure.
“I am going to come inside you,” Maddox said. “I am going to fill you up, and you are going to remember who you belong to. Who you have always belonged to. Who you will always belong to.”
He emphasized each of those statements with a firm thrust that jolted Will closer to orgasm.
“Please. Fuck. Yes. I need…” He was barely coherent, but it didn’t matter, because his words didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way Maddox now cupped and clasped his ass, grinding deep inside him, giving him no escape, creating a hard-fucking culmination to their reunion which went on and on until Will was a soft little puppy, a happily drained fuck puppet.
15
Maddox had some reservations while waiting for William to awaken. He was afraid that what had taken place between them the previous evening might be some ephemeral reprieve from the conflict that seemed to dog them night and day, that it had not really changed anything between them on a deeper level. Only time would tell whether Will’s hatred had melted away in Mad’s arms, or if he still held onto the core of it all. It was not possible to mend all William’s damage, but it might be possible to survive it.
He heard his lover coming down the stairs, his steps slow and heavy. They were the steps of a drained man. He came down the stairs and around the corner and there he was, Maddox’s beautiful boy with his dark riotous curls and his brilliant blue eyes catching the morning light.
“Hey,” Will said, making brief eye contact with Maddox, then letting his gaze dart immediately away in an expression Maddox could only interpret as shy. The explicit intimacy of the previous evening had given way to something else of a morning light.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Will replied, his stomach growling as if to emphasize his appetite.
“What would you like to eat?”
Again, Maddox braced himself for Will’s less savory meal choices to be expressed. The boy had consumed much flesh over the months. He might very well be unable to tolerate anything besides it now.
Instead, Will walked to the kitchen cabinets and began looking for toaster pastries.
“I think you should eat something a little more substantial after last night,” Maddox said when Will found the box and began tearing into it.
Will shrugged. “Never hurt me before.”
“I never took so much blood from you before. You need a proper breakfast to regain your strength.”
“Maybe the world would be better off with a weaker Will,” Will said, dropping two packs of toaster strudel into the toaster.
“Maybe the world would be better off with a happier Will,” Maddox replied. “I have something for you, if you want it. Not really something. Someone. There’s someone who wants to see you.”
Will turned his gaze from the pastries to Maddox. “Who in their right mind would want to see me?”
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