Got Your Tail (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Eighteen

[A/N] The first time I published this chapter was on accident. I meant to click on Save & Preview but the Publish button just looked so tantalizing and my brain was running on three hours of sleep.

Holy balls I did not expect my page to be filled with heart attacks, sorry for the missclicks here is your chapter my liege. *low bow*

Oh and also, extremely graphic content ahead. 

[Castus's POV]

I almost played dirty.

Not how you think. I wanted him, needed him so bad and I'd wanted to go along with the betas suggestions. I'd planned this all step for step almost mechanically. Sleeping pills so when he woke up because of the heat his human logic would be completely clouded over.

But no, I didn't do it. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't.

I didn't want to spend another torturous night during the full moon, every rack of gnawing heat that bit into me reminded me of how badly I had fucked everything up, but I couldn't do it.

But he was mine, and he had come to me, he was mine and I needed to claim him. Needed to ravage him and see and see his artwork of a body completely erratic with lust, moaning, begging for more. The need had been hammered into the heart of my mind. I needed to wake up with him by my side, my mark clearly visible on his neck

I watched in slow motion as he tilted his head in submission. That was all it was of course, a sign of his acknowledgement that I am more dominant, that I am in command. But in our situation and during a full moon...

I could see the conflict in his eyes, in his mind, his wolf instincts were in command now. And his wolf wanted my mark on his neck. 

I leaned in slow. My fangs elongated, my teeth forcing forward only centimetres from his skin. Oh god, he smelled like heaven, like some sort of rich cologne mixed with soft appealing desire. 

I breathed him in and watched him shudder at the feel of my breath warming his neck. 

He looked so good, I needed to ravage his tender flesh, leave a mark, mix our scents. I wanted everyone to know that he was mine. He was mine and if they even so much as kissed him on the cheek I could have them slaughtered by law. They would see his mark and know not to touch him, smell his scent and know that he belonged to me. 

Desire pounded through my body. The need to control and dominate over Sven was like blood rushing through my veins. 

Sven didn't want me. 

Sven hated me. 

But I was going to make him happy. 

I was going to heal what I had done to him. 

I was going to spent a lifetime protecting him whether he likes it or not. 

I was going to make him love me again. 

But that thought struck hard, realisation made it's way through the dense heat that clouded my mind. Sven will never forgive me, he will never forgive me if I mark him in his dazed state of mind. If the logical part of Sven doesn't have a choice was what I was doing scelebus? When every scent, every movement, every look was enticing me to take charge and ransack his body was it wrong for me to do so? 

I couldn't have him hate me more than he already did. 

It took everything, and I mean everything, to pull myself away from Sven. My teeth, however, did not retract, as though a part of me was still hoping I could convince myself back into claiming him.