Resistance was the clear response floating past his unguarded thoughts.
“Please don’t make me tie you up. I’d rather taste you and then fuck you.”
His whole body went rigid with tension, his agreement coming out as a long, drawn-out moan when Caster resumed his position. The lavender scent of the lubricant mingled with the distinct scent of Mark as he poured a liberal amount on the tight hole. This time, his index finger went in with ease. He may have imagined it, but Mark’s hips shifted a fraction before all movement stilled. He smiled, even held captive by overwhelming need, Mark’s body would not defy him.
He moved closer to his prize, his finger creating space for his tongue, and the first taste was his undoing. There was no mistaking the subtle movement of Mark’s hips as they chased his retreating tongue and finger, but Caster was too far gone to discipline him now. A second finger joined the first, Mark’s body growing more plaint with each stab of his tongue. He wanted to take the time to enjoy the response from his spectacular submissive, but his body, the way it yielded to him, proved too much of a distraction.
He pulled his fingers out and pushed Mark’s knees against his chest, further opening him up. This time, when he pushed his tongue inside, the keening cry from Mark, the movement of his hips seeking more, was unmistakable. Caster held his hips tighter, unrelenting in his need to inundate himself with the unique taste that was Mark. He moaned, wrapping his lips around the tight ring of muscle, ignoring the pleas floating above him. How had he not done this before?
His cock begged to be let into the action, but he wanted more. He wanted everything. Only when Mark’s cries dissolved into broken, distant whispers did he realize he’d once again lost track of what this was about. In a blur of movement, he moved up Mark’s body, gripped the base of his cock, and lined up with the now pliable entrance. Mark’s eyes were shut, his face damp with a mixture of tears and perspiration.
Unable to resist anymore, he plunged into him with a single thrust. Mark cried out, his eyes flying open, his voice finding its lost luster.
Caster struggled to hold on as Mark’s body rippled around him. He held still, took sharp, shallow breaths as he found the composure to give them both what they sought. His hands wrapped around Mark’s wrists on the headboard as he found a steady rhythm. He could do nothing about the force of his thrusts, and Mark opened himself even further, welcoming each one with a moan, unrelenting in his acceptance.
The familiar tingle at the base of his spine signaled his impending release, but the snap of his hips, his need to push further into Mark, was too great. His groan as he denied his pleasure rose above Mark’s cries that had once again died down to a few whimpers. His beautiful submissive was on the edge, waiting for his permission to soar, but Caster needed a bit more.
He released his hold on his arms and rose to his knees, pulling Mark’s hips with him. The new position, Mark’s ass hovering over the bed, pushed him further inside his body. He changed the angle of his thrust, and Mark shuddered in his hands, his broken moan, the way his body bowed forward an indication he’d found the right spot.
His impending release begged for his attention, but he needed to take care of Mark first.Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart for me.
Obedience was instantaneous, even before his mind had formed the last word. He was so beautiful in his total surrender that Caster forgot to chase his own release, Mark’s body gripping his cock tight enough to cause pain, before unleashing a flood of pleasure as his muscles relaxed into contentment. He groaned, releasing his hold on Mark’s hips, losing all ability to hold back. As his body shuddered through the assault, he crashed into Mark’s welcoming embrace, the only indication he’d made contact, the shuddering sigh whose source he couldn’t decipher.
Mark’s body accepted him like a warm blanket, and he promised himself to take the comfort only for a few minutes. What began as an inexplicable attraction they couldn’t contain had grown into more, so much more. Unfamiliar fear threatened to impose on his contentment, and he tamped down on his mind’s desire to analyze whatever this was, instead choosing to snuggle deeper into the warmth of Mark’s embrace.
Mark had never felt so out of control in his life. He’d never been so powerful. Caster’s weight pressed into him, his breath trapped between them, their skin sticking together, the mutual sheen of sweat a testament to their exertion. They remained connected, Caster’s cock softening inside him, but neither wanted to move. His arms on the headboard throbbed with his obedience, but even that pain drew a sigh from the depths of his soul.
His mind was saturated with pleasure, drunk, high on the power only another submissive would understand. His body was in pieces, each piece alive to a sensation he’d never had before. He was in the stratosphere of subspace, and even in that distantcavern so far from reality, he didn’t know if he was alive or dead; there was the niggling worry that he’d given too much.
He searched for his anchor in his mind, and his animal companion appeared, supportive, calm, and dependable. His wolf lay content, unfazed by the worry that spread through him. Caster seemed to sense the shift in circumstance and drew away from the embrace they’d found.
He stared at Mark, his eyes narrowed with a scrutiny that only drew him further away from the subspace calling to him. The seconds stretched, and Mark took a deep breath, his eyes drifting closed. His prayers were answered when Caster said nothing, pulling out of him with delicate care.
Caster reached for his sore arms, their mingled breaths the only sound as he rubbed at his forearms, the numb throb of the exertion the hold had brought dissipating into relief.
The gentle touch became a caress, and Mark was torn between fighting his assent into subspace and the need to run. The longer he resisted the pull, the more it became clear he couldn’t let himself soar to those heights. Not here. Not now. Not when this was a one-time thing. He was willing to give everything, but that.
“I know.” Caster’s commentary on a subject he thought had remained in the privacy of his mind had him opening his eyes.
Caster’s touch moved from his still sore forearm muscles to his forehead, his fingers a cool balm on his heated skin. He tried to shake his head, a denial of what he had no business denying. It would be unfair for him to give more than everything to Caster if his heart, his trust still belonged to another.
If he heard that thought, Caster didn’t show it. Hisexpression remained indulgent, calm as his gentle touch now in his hair, eased Mark’s breath to a contented sigh.
“We have today.” Caster’s voice was a small whisper. “What comes after is not important, yeah?”
Mark may have nodded, but his wolf had no such reservations. He stood, bowing his submission to the dominance hidden in Caster’s gentle touch and soothing words.
“Are you OK?”
Mark nodded again, sure his voice would be too broken and small.
Caster’s brilliant smile calmed his racing heart. “Good.” He stared at him for a moment and then pushed away from his body. “Let’s get you more comfortable.” He jumped off the bed, and even in his sated state, Mark appreciated his nude form.
His smile was incandescent, and Mark sighed.It’s unfair that you can read my mind so easily.
“If you don’t want me to, put up a barrier.” He walked towards the bathroom, pausing as he approached the open door. “Although I’d rather you didn’t.”
Mark reached for the mental barrier every supernatural could erect around their mind, but stopped short of drawing the curtains closed. He liked Caster in his mind.