Page 11 of Designation Prey

“Yes. That’s true. Have you had a Dominant before?”

Daniel flinches, looking away from him. “No. Never. My father wouldn’t allow it. And I…. They’re trying to turn me into a Dominant.”

“How do you feel about that?”

He shrugs. “My father knows what’s best,” he says hollowly. “I used to want to be a Dominant. Now I just want… I thought I was going to die.”

“You’re not going to die. And you won’t ever be a Dominant. You’re perfect as you are, Daniel.”

Daniel shakes his head sharply, just once. As if it was the start of a vigorous denial.

“I want to take you home and give you my knot. You’re a high-needs submissive and if you agree, I’ll use you hard. It will help. Hopefully your father will leave you alone if we can get you feeling better.”

Daniel doesn’t answer but his head turns back, another shock of electricity going through Liam as their gazes lock, and then Daniel is offering his mouth for a kiss, panting as he shifts on the bed, legs opening in invitation. Frantic, needy, as if he’s terrified it’s all going to be taken away in the next sixty seconds and he’s going to get what he can while he can.

“Good boy, that’s so good. Surrender to Daddy. There you go,” Liam growls, unable to help it. He’s concerned Daniel will find it upsetting, how aggressive he sounds, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

And then Daniel offers his neck, tilting his head, which is rather shocking. Highly submissive. A response to the growl. Daniel noticed, after all.

Noticed and liked it.

It takes a moment for Liam to look away. His mouth is watering. This sweet boy just offered Liam his neck. Incredible. “Christ. I’ll have to put you in a collar so I don’t mate you.”

“Wouldn’t I be yours then?” Daniel asks. “For good?” The question is quick, is one the boy must have thought about before. Maybe a lot. A submissive who is meant to be prey. Who doesn’t want to consent but wants to be taken. And he’s asking the first Dominant he’s alone with if he might be permanently claimed.

Christ.

Liam forces himself to pull back, to try to think and resist the alluring submissive beneath him. The kid just offered himself to the first Dominant who showed up because he’s in a desperate situation and wants out. His father has controlled his life and now he’s willing to throw his lot in with anyone. Hell, he might like it if he got stuck with a bad, bad man.

“You should have choices,” Liam says.

Daniel drops his hands to the bed, turning his face away. Is he taking it as rejection?

Liam stands up, goes to the sink to wash his hands, and splashes some water on his face. He needs a moment to get himself together, too. His jaw hurts because he didn’t bite the submissive.

It’s an excessive reaction. Hopefully, it’s his designation’s response to just how uneven Daniel is, and will settle down once the boy has had a few orgasms and is past the worst of his drop.

Otherwise, Liam will have to go on suppressants.

5

“Can I check your glands?” Liam asks, after taking a long moment to get himself together.

Daniel nods once, staring down his own body with wide eyes. As if he’s afraid of himself. Liam steps closer and takes the sheet down. His cock is hard and large, oddly so for a submissive. There’s even a little bulge at the base, as if there should have been a knot. He doesn’t wax or shave but is natural like a Dominant would be.

That will change as soon as they get home.

His balls are exposed next, fat and dark in color, which is also a little unusual. It’s not impossible to have a submissive with such large sexual organs, but it’s quite frequent that a submissive is average or below average below the belt. Just another bizarre quirk of the experiments. Daniel’s stomach is all muscle—more than a six pack. He’s thinner than he should be, needs more padding on his large frame. He probably isn’t eating enough.

“Beautiful boy.”

Liam’s gaze returns to the boy’s cock, past the shaft, to the dripping head of his cock that’s still sluggishly leaking onto his stomach. It’s almost like a very weak orgasm or a prostate milking, how it seeps out of him with no contractions to give it distance. There’s a small puddle of come on his stomach.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. This is good. Your body wants to get rid of the toxic buildup.”

The boy huffs, a small, ragged sound.

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