Page 39 of Designation Prey

He doesn’t budge, and Daniel surrenders almost instantly, a sob escaping him.

“It isn’t that I don’t want you. I do. Of course I fucking do. I brought you to my house, I didn’t even let you get food or drink before I bred you. I have never lost control like this, Daniel. I just don’t know if it helps to pretend. Our time will be up soon enough.”

He picks up Liam’s hand, nuzzling against it, needing to convince the man. “I won’t ever have more than this. If pretending is enough for me, can’t it be enough for you, too? It’s days, Daddy.” He lets his voice break, lets himself be sad and needing.

“Sweetheart,” Liam says, sounding torn up inside. “You already feel like you’re mine. I’d keep you.” The sharp spike of bitterness in Liam’s scent is reassuring. That can’t be faked. He’s sincere. His hand clenches in Daniel’s hair and it’s rough and perfect.

Daniel whimpers loudly.

“It’s going to break my fucking heart to let you go.” Liam bends down and kisses Daniel’s jaw, his earlobe, trailing kisses all over him. And all Daniel can do is close his eyes, try to open his legs and get more.

Then Liam stops. His smile is sad. “Let me just say this so you know. You’re in a very vulnerable state right now, Daniel. You’ve been mounted for the first time, and the hormones released when you wet make it hard to be objective. You went deep into your submission, and the primal instinct is to latch on and bond to the first Dominant to give you that. But that’s not necessarily how you’d feel in a few weeks. When you get away from your father, when you finally get a life, you can come to me. Do you understand?” Liam smiles, wanting to take the sting out of it, but it’s so goddamned false that Daniel has no choice but to accept that their attraction is mutual. The idea of not being with Daniel in a few days, not keeping him, is going to hurt both of them for a long time.

“I understand,” he says, and doesn’t argue. “I still want it. Pretend like you’ll keep me.”

There’s a low growl and then he’s turned to his back before Liam bites at his shoulder blade, taking flesh into his mouth, closing his teeth enough to leave indentations.

Daniel cries out, going limp with weakness, and Liam does it again to the other shoulder, moving down Daniel’s back, marking him with teeth all over. He bites Daniel’s cheeks, then the tops of his thighs, the smooth skin at his groin. The slick and come make his teeth slip over Daniel’s flesh. A filthy thrill.

He drifts away with the combined pleasure and pain of it all, devoured by his Dominant.

The plug is removed, his legs are spread, and Liam growls and clamps down on his shoulder as he shoves back home. Daniel cries out at the invasion, then does nothing but breathe and feel, concentrating on staying conscious, on not letting the weakness carry him away completely. He wants to feel everything. His Daddy losing control, slamming his cock into Daniel’s sore hole. The beginning bulge of his knot. How much Daniel wants to squirm and whimper.

And then he’s knotted again, his body pulsing and straining as Liam’s knot locks inside of him, come filling him up, hot and thick.

When Daniel comes back to himself, it might be a lot later. He’s lying on top of Liam’s chest and he has no idea how he got there. He manages to lift his head and rub his cheek against his Daddy’s chest. “Was I good?”

It’s still difficult to move. He's so weak and needy.

“Understatement. My good, perfect boy,” Liam says and slides his hand down to Daniel’s ass, gripping one cheek firmly in his hand, then hauling him tight against him. His fingers brush over the stinging teeth marks, and Daniel’s body instantly translates the sting to a buzzing pleasure.

“I loved that,” he mumbles.

“Good. You’re delicious. I could spend hours biting you all over and breeding you up.”

“I’d let you. I’ve heard submissives talk about spanking or… or a belt… or things, but biting is perfect.”

“I’m shocked. Who’d have guessed a young man with a prey designation would love being bitten?” he jokes.

It’s odd that Liam would describe him as a young man. Is he young? Sure, he’s only twenty-four, but he feels ancient.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-four.”

“I like that.” It feels right. His Dominant should be older than him, experienced and knowledgeable.

He closes his eyes and enjoys the heat of Liam’s body beneath his. He’s going to enjoy it for as long as he can.

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Daniel has no idea how much time passes. He’s fed. He’s put into a bath and lifted out again. Another plug is put inside him.

It’s dark. He’s fed again. In the middle of the night he wakes up with the weakness already rolling through his body, his Daddy behind him, teeth grazing over the flesh of Daniel’s neck.

“I’m dripping,” Daniel finally whispers, worried.

“I know, you’re so wet, baby. That’s not just my seed but you. You’re all wet for your Dominant, aren’t you? Do you need Daddy again? Need me like I need you?”

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