Page 36 of Designation Prey

That last push made it happen.

Liam bites him, hard and savage, into the muscle of his throat, and his cock pulses inside Daniel.

That overwhelming submission goes through him again. The sound of water running. Oh god, he’s wetting again, giving everything to his Dominant.

Wetness drips from his eyes, from his mouth as he drools, from his cock as he wets and comes again. The knot locks into him, suddenly caught hard on the inside of his rim, and Daniel jerks at the feeling and spasms inside in response, milking Liam’s cock. His Dominant shouts in ecstasy, pleasure peaking as Daniel slips into subspace.

Liam moans, hips moving in the tiniest increments as he rides Daniel’s ass and comes again inside him. He licks at the bite and Daniel can smell blood.

Good, he thinks, bliss coursing through him, and he drifts away.

13

He wakes up to Liam nuzzling his jaw, scent marking him and telling him how proud he is. Liam’s hand is under Daniel, gently squeezing his cock, toying with him while he’s still strapped to the bench.

“Look at this cock, baby. It’s so soft. I shouldn’t be surprised,” he murmurs, holding it safely in his hand.

Liam’s hard cock is still lodged in his ass.

“Full,” he mumbles.

“My knot is almost down, but we have to wait for it to slip out on its own.”

Tears fill Daniel’s eyes and slip down his cheeks and he sniffles. He isn’t sure why he’s emotional.

“Cry, sweetheart. That’s the best thing you can do right now. You’ve got lots of hormones and feelings after your first mounting, and you need to get used to letting them out.”

“I don’t want to cry.” What would his father say? The team of doctors who poke and prod at him, constantly disappointed with him?

“You’ll get used to it, sweetheart. The time will come when you need to cry, need a release, and you’ll want me to help you let it out.” Liam gives Daniel’s balls a final squeeze and his fingers go back, touching Daniel’s rim and testing to see how close he is to slipping out.

“Any moment now, and then you get to be held. You’ll get tucked up in your Daddy’s bed.”

“Daddy?”

“I think that’s the best word, don’t you? After what you just went through?”

He nods. The word is there, filling the hurt places and soothing him. “Daddy, it was… a lot,” he whispers.

What Daniel wants to say is that it was perfect—that he can’t go back to the way he was before this. He is submissive. This is the man who is meant to be his Dominant. His Daddy. If he could have this for the rest of his life, he would be happier than he ever thought possible.

For so long he thought that giving in to his submission would be horrible. Miserable. Shameful. He imagined hating himself, wanting to kill himself, so he wouldn’t have to do it again. It would be an unnatural, degrading thing.

None of those things describe what he just experienced. It was perfect.

And he wet. He released completely, surrendered wholly, and it’s a point of fucking pride. He feels like he could walk down any goddamn street and hold his head up high because he is so fucking good in bed.

Daniel gives up everything to his Dominant.

“I know, baby. You were really good for me. Incredible.”

Before the words can even soak in properly, Liam is slipping out of him. It’s a loss. So horrible he freezes up, terrified he’ll be denied forever if they find out how much Daniel hates being empty. He swallows down a sound and lies there as calmly as he can. There’s a fluttering in his lower abdomen, a ripple that intensifies, becoming a pulsing of his passage.

He’s alone now. He was a part of his Dominant, he was good for his Daddy and now he’s nothing. Liam’s fingers cover Daniel’s spasming hole, rubbing gently, helping him close up, and he’d give anything, absolutely anything to have his Daddy back inside him.

“There you go. You clench right on up, angel.”

Daniel sobs at the oddness of the feeling. Empty and aching with loss, stinging and sharp from what he’s just endured. His Dominant’s fingers make the pain bright and yet soothe him.

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