Page 38 of Designation Prey

“Perfect. Why don’t I tell you what pleased me? You wet twice, babydoll. You submitted so much you came from it, and you took all of my knot. I came so hard, sweetheart. Got to breed you right up. Pretty submissive. I’m sure you have some complicated feelings about it. Now you get to tell me, we get to talk about it. That’s very important.”

“Why?” he whispers. He doesn’t want to talk about it.Slick leaks out of him in a dribble and he wonders if he could take his Dominant again.

“What are you thinking about?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. Please.”

“How’s your plug, my sweet boy?” Liam asks, giving Daniel a reprieve. He reaches between Daniel’s cheeks, touching it gently.

“Daddy!” he gasps, shoving closer and away at once. Somehow his ass is pressed against Liam’s half-hard cock.

“You’re unbelievable, Daniel.”

Daniel almost believes him. The truth is he’s never felt so peaceful. He is in the right place, doing what he is supposed to do. He can’t think of the last time he was so certain of himself and his place in the world—hell, his purpose. It isn’t to kill people or to be in the army. It isn’t as a whore to whatever altered man needs a hole to fill. He’s meant to be with one man and devote himself to the man he loves.

It’s too early to say anything about how he feels. But this Dominant needed him. And Daniel did it well.

He’s proud of that.

And Daniel came, too. Came long and hard, over and over, and that was bliss. His Dominant did, too. Liam bred him and called him good. Daniel belonged. He wants to stay in bed with this man forever.

“I loved it.…” He shakes his head, unable to articulate how intense and overwhelming it was. And he can’t say anything else or he’ll start thinking about how temporary this is. That he’ll never have it or this man again.

Liam watches him while Daniel tries to get himself together—not cry or cling or who knows what.

“I know, baby. I do know,” he says seriously.

He sounds sympathetic, which breaks Daniel down even more.

“I had no idea it would be like that.”

Liam moves so he’s over Daniel, his large body pressing him into the bed. He kisses Daniel on the nose. Daniel reaches up, touching his Dominant’s face, the curve of his jaw.

Liam turns and nips at his palm.

“I’ve never even imagined… and weakness.”

“Did you like it?”

The endorphins are wearing off a little, and the ache in his ass from being mounted is beginning to demand his attention.

Daniel closes his eyes and nods. It’s a feeling he’s already craving again. To be utterly helpless, unable to lift a finger to defend himself, to be nothing but prey ready to be consumed and devoured, placed on a bench and bred by his strong, powerful Daddy.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispers, so quiet that he might be saying it just for himself. So he himself gets to hear it at least once.

“That’s right. Beautiful. Just a weak doll Daddy can have whenever he wants. I could put breeding benches all over the house, furniture you can be comfortable on while you surrender. Your body needs both weakness and subspace to function, sweetheart. At least once a day. If we— Well, if you were?—”

He stops talking.

“Go on. If I was yours, what?” Is it crazy that he knows that’s what Liam was going to say? Does he also feel like he could stay in this bed with Daniel forever? Does he wish Daniel would always be his submissive?

Liam presses his face to Daniel’s shoulder with a slow exhale. “I’m sorry. That’s cruel. I wasn’t thinking.”

Daniel knows it’s a mistake to say what comes out of his mouth next, but isn’t his whole fucking life a mistake? These next few days will be the best days of his life; why shouldn’t he have them be as intense and perfect as possible since the memories will be all that he has? “I want to know. To pretend. Please?”

Liam kisses him and gives him a squeeze. “You’re vulnerable and inexperienced. It isn’t fair to you?—”

“If you don’t want to, then don’t,” Daniel snaps, trying to push Liam away.

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