Mark didn’t try to move away from the temptation. He drew closer, their lips almost touching. “Just fuck me.”
It was so easy to give in. Caster wanted nothing more, but one of them had to be rational, or this could be very dangerous. He tightened his grip on the back of Mark’s head when he attempted to bridge the tiny gap keeping them away from the kiss they both wanted. “I want you. Goddess, I want you. But I will not be used.”
Mark didn’t shy away from the accusation. “I don’t mean to.”
“That’s the problem. We don’t mean to.” He drew Mark even closer as he situated himself, leaning against the headboard. “I can’t be with you the way you want me to. The way you need me to…”
Unsure of who moved first, his words faded into Mark’s welcoming mouth as he lost the fight to resist him. The kiss was urgent, rough, and a silent testimony of their fucked up situation.
When they both needed breath, he drew away, but was still unable to get away from the temptation that was Mark.
Mark grabbed hold of his arm to keep his hand where it was, and Caster smiled. “I can’t stop. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Then fuck me, please.” This time, his voice was clearer, stronger.
“I want everything.”
Mark shook his head.
“You can’t give me that.”
“Didn’t I do that at the club?”
“No.”
The scent of arousal filled the room, denying his denial. There was something broken in Mark that he refused to share, and as long as it remained that way, he couldn’t trust, not in the way he needed, if they were going to do this.
But… “Maybe what we need are ground rules.”
Mark pushed away from Caster to stand at the foot of the bed. Caster followed, ready to argue his case, but Mark stepped further away from him. “I just want you to fuck me. It’s fine if you don’t want to.” His shrug spoke of a casualness they both knew was a lie. “I can find someone else to do it.”
Caster had him by the neck against the closed door in a hair’s breadth. Mark stared at him, the defiance in his expression daring him to squeeze. His hand tightened a fraction, and Mark let out a moan so sinful, he lost all hope of rational thought. This time, when his tongue invaded Mark’s mouth, he commanded surrender. The fight lasted a few seconds before every muscle in Mark’s body melted against him, yielding to his assault.
His senses drowned in his need, and action replaced thought. He tore his lips from Mark’s and turned him, slamming his body face-first against the rough door. A moan punctuatedthe harsh sound of their breaths when he tore Mark’s only clothing off his lower body. In a second, he had his cock where he needed it, pushing into Mark’s unyielding tightness.
“Yes, please.” The whispered request reached his ears, and he pushed his hips forward, plunging into Mark’s warmth in a single stroke.
Mark’s hiss dissipated into a moan as his body adjusted. He trembled, and Caster held him through it, but the need to move overtook his concern that he might have hurt him. He tried to keep his thrusts gentle, but Mark pushed back with such ferocity that he had no choice but to respond in kind. He drowned in the need to release every pent-up emotion into Mark’s welcoming body.
The niggling need for release tickled his body with its promise, but he needed this more. He slammed into Mark with such fervor, the door rattled, the walls around them groaning their disapproval. He didn’t remember sex with anyone feeling this good, the pleading whispers from Mark’s lips pushing him further and further into the haze of violent pleasure.
He chased the orgasm with each retreat, only to fear it would come too soon every time Mark’s body tightened around him. It was almost as if they were built for each other, the perfect fit. He moaned long and low, the rhythm of his hips growing more erratic as Mark’s pleas for release grew louder. ‘
He reached for Mark’s cock, the grainy wooden door scratching his hand as he struggled to find purchase in the tiny space. Mark cried out at the first touch, but Caster called on all his control. He’d forced this, and for that, he would endure until Caster was ready to let them both fall.
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever…” The rough sound of Mark’s voice called to every base instinct, and Caster lost all control.
He released his cock and grabbed his hips, the force of his thrusts pushing Mark into the door. He looked at their point of connection, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. “Come!”
The command tore from his lips with little input from the side of him that was always in control. He shuddered and stumbled when Mark did what he did best. His body grabbed hold of Caster in a tight grip, the waves of his orgasm gripping and releasing his cock in a rhythm that had him panting. He wasn’t too far behind, his own pleasure washing over him like the tumultuous cascade of a waterfall, and he drowned in it.
When relaxation and then exhaustion claimed the violence of the encounter, Caster’s face was in Mark’s hair, their bodies still connected so he could feel Mark’s breath reverberate through him. Rational thought replaced contentment, and he pulled out of Mark’s warmth.
It took a few seconds for Mark to move. He wanted to pull him into his arms, but he was certain his offer of comfort would be rejected. He could only watch as Mark moved to the bed, his sigh overtaking the silence occupying the small space as he fell into it face-first, turning away from Caster’s gaze.
He’d been dismissed, and as absurd as it sounded, it hurt. Mark didn’t stir as he opened the door, intent on getting to his room as fast as he could. There was no need to be where he wasn’t wanted. If Riley knew what was good for him, he’d better find that witch’s talisman before morning.
The unmistakable sound of a helicopter reached his mind as Mark awakened from the best sleep he’d had in ten years. His ass clenched at the memory of last night, the delicious soreness there making his erection throb. He thrust his hips against the soft sheets and moaned, but something more significant interrupted the pleasure. In a flood of healing that could only come from one place, relief replaced soreness. His resolve to hold on to that pain after Caster had left lost its power in his wolf’s resurgence.