It was enough. With a deep, feral growl, Declan extended his fangs and bit down, hard.
His knot grew even more inside me, and so did mine, caught in his big fist, the lightning-bolt strike of his bite forming a circuit of pain and pleasure that coursed through me, our mingled alpha magic exploding like a firecracker.
I whited out, lost in a haze of sensation.
It felt like a long time before I drifted back into the real world, out of the red and gray mist of my blood pulsing into his mouth and his come pumping into me, my knot throbbing in his grasp as he massaged it, taking everything I had to give and then some.
Declan had turned us a little, letting the bed take some of his weight. But he still covered me from head to toe, one hand wrapped around my cock with the other arm around my waist, legs tangled with mine, chest pressed to my back. His tongue lazily traced the bite mark, sending fresh shivers through me with every pass.
“We’re not bonded,” he said quietly.
“I know how mating works between alphas.” I tried to snap it at him, but it came out more of a whisper. “Why’d you want to bite me, anyway?”
A long pause, and meanwhile, he licked me again. Another shiver, and I clenched down on his knot. I could probably come again like this…or I could if I hadn’t been completely drained of every drop of energy I had.
And every drop of come, too. Gods, I couldn’t have made more if he’d paid me.
“Call it a kink,” he said finally. “I’ve never wanted a mate, let alone you.” Ouch, not that I didn’t already know it. “Fucking another alpha’s the only way I can knot and bite without any permanent consequences. That’s a nice side benefit of this arrangement.”
In my state of blissed-out enervation, I couldn’t exactly argue with that.
Well, no. I couldn’t exactlydisagree.
But I could always argue, and I ought to if I wanted to keep any self-respect. I opened my mouth to do just that, and then I remembered I’d been intending to take the slutty fuck-toy thing to the limit, right? So I didn’t have to argue after all.
“Mmm,” I said instead, and wriggled in his arms a bit, snuggling impossibly closer—and uncomfortably aware thatmmming and wriggling was coming a lot more naturally than arguing would have.
Declan went unnaturally still.
I wriggled again, just to be an asshole.
He slid his hand up from around my waist and cupped my pec, taking my nipple between his finger and thumb, starting to pinch and squeeze it, almost absently, like he was fidgeting instead of sending a whole new series of shockwaves down into the pit of my stomach.
“You want to tease me, I can tease you,” he murmured in my ear. “You said you weren’t playing games with me. But I know you are, darlin’. You won’t win.”
Oh, the hell I wouldn’t.
“I thought I was your fuck toy and you didn’t want me to enjoy it. So why are you trying to—ow, don’t pinch quite so—fuck, Declan,” and I trailed off in a moan, because he’d thrust into me, cramming his knot even deeper, and twisted my nipple in a way that doubled the sensation, and—
“Toys are for playing with, Blake. And I’m going to play with you as much as I want.”
He didn’t stop, rolling my nipple between his fingers, nibbling on the side of my neck right next to the still-throbbing bite, rolling his hips so that his knot rubbed on my sweet spot over and over and over again, until I wasn’t writhing against him on purpose but because I couldn’t help it, and my knot had started to go down but I was getting hard again, and that pathetic, keening whine was coming fromme, gods damn it, and—he stopped. Everything. He went completely still, not thrusting and not jerking me off, putting his palm flat over my pec, my abused nipple throbbing against his skin.
I panted into the duvet and bit my tongue so I wouldn’t beg.
I wouldn’t beg.
No, I’d make him beg.
“Next time I’m going to ride you,” I gasped. “Fuck myself on your cock and play with my own nipples and jerk off all over you. You can spank my ass until you knot me, bite me, fill me up and breed me—” I broke off in a scream as he jerked his hips back and tore his knot out of me, tugging on my hole in a flash of pain.
It had gone down enough for it not to damage me, but it burned, and I flailed as he let go and knelt up over me, shoving me onto my back.
I stared up at him, wide-eyed with shock.
His glowing eyes stared back, his lips curled in a snarl that showed his extended fangs.
Looming over me, tattoos gleaming and coiling around him, shoulders broad enough to blot out everything else in the room, fists clenched, he could’ve been that folk tale I’d read brought to life. I’d pictured someone very like Declan when I read it, and when I…thought about it later on.
