Wild Magic Two: The Dark of the Sun- a M/M shifter fantasy romance

14- Heart, Body, Soul

RIECE—

Oh gods, why had I let him...

He had taken everything, all of me. He had demanded, and I had given. Heart, body, soul, I was his. I had known from the moment he told me not to put my prick back into my leggings that this would mean nothing to him. It was a sexual release of frustration, of anger. It would be rough and probably painful, and he would show no mercy.

He wouldn't even let me touch him. Had tied my hands so quickly, I knew he feared my touch with as much terror as he showed towards my love for him.

I had given in without hesitation anyways.

And now he had shattered me completely.

I could feel him, so deep inside me I imagined his prick was reaching up into my lungs, and I could barely move for the strange sensations inside me. My bound hands shook hard against the headboard above me as I assessed the sensations.

As he had begun to come, his cock had swollen noticeably inside me, and then what felt like a hundred small protrusions up and down his cock had hooked inside me, pressing into my inner walls. It would have been painful if I wasn't so damn. Turned. On.

Was he... knotting me?

Dear gods, was he a wild mage? Some kind of feline, with penile barbs? I had seen the way he had changed when he scared away the librarian I had found to try to fuck my heartbreak into submission, but I had been so overwhelmed by his intensity, his anger, his fierce and sole focus on me and my exposed cock. I had been unable to think on what I had seen.

Now, it came rushing back as the cock inside of me continued to swell, locking Cain inside me. Marking me as his. His semen exploding inside me, filling me up with his warmth.

Somehow the thought was enough to almost get me hard again, but I stayed still, staring up at the man panicking heavily above me. His chest heaved, the sweat dripping down his face and chest as much from his terror as from his recent physical exertions.

I had come within minutes of him entering me, the orgasm excruciating and almost more painful than pleasurable, and I'd had to simply lie back and let him finish himself as well. Not that I hadn't enjoyed every moment of his rough, harsh handling.

But now he stared down at me, his brows drawn, anguish in his eyes.

Who fucking hurt you? I wanted to scream. Why is this scaring you so much?

"I'm so sorry," he moaned, dropping his head down onto my chest and digging his face into my skin. The movements jostled me, and I flinched as it pulled on the barbs in my ass.

"Hey," I whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. "Hey, I'm alright. Why are you upset, love? Everything's alright."

"I shouldn't have... Does it hurt?"

I almost laughed, but the hurt tone in his voice told me to answer him sincerely. "Not in the least. It's... strange, but good. Just hold still, and you'll be able to pull out soon. Shhhh, just relax, love."

He nodded against my chest, his breaths heavy against my nipple, and then reached up and, with one fluid motion, untied my hands. He pulled one down, his fingers lacing with mine, and I let the other rest on his head. I ran my fingers through his soft, curly black hair, and smiled as his breaths began to vibrate just the tiniest bit.

Dear gods, is he purring?

We lay like that for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably only a half-hour or so, his body warm and heavy, but comforting atop my own. His one hand entwined with my own, his other holding my hip up so he was securely pressed against me, my fingers trailing across his scalp, before I could feel the nubs inside me begin to retract. And then his cock was softening, and he was able to pull away without hurting me.