Page 41 of The Wulver's Bond
Arran’s thrusts stuttered to a halt. Fangs glinted in his mouth. ‘Do you want to be used or do you want to be in charge?’
Moss tugged the leash again, tightening it just a little and adoring Arran’s sharp intake of breath. ‘It wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t test you. Can’t let you win without a fight, right? I don’t think you want that, either. What’syoursafe word, wolfie?’
Arran’s roar jostled Moss on his dick, causing him to cling on again for fear of being shaken off. Moss watched the battle play out over Arran’s face with rising elation. He hadn’t realised just how hard he’d struck the beast, or how close Arran was to letting it escape. Moss wanted to help him release it all the way.
He opened his mouth, having thought of another taunt, but Arran beat him to it.
In a voice dark with hunger, Arran growled, ‘Come, now.’
‘Wha—Nngh—Ah,fuck!’
Moss’s body snapped backward, hanging off Arran by only his legs as his balls cramped and his dick shot hot stripes over the wolfman’s chest.
‘Oh, shit,’ Moss said feebly, staring up at the rock ceiling. He had to give Arran credit. For all the wolfman’s talk of refusing to give orders, that was one hell of a creative way to take advantage of his cursed ownership.
Moss sniggered, pulling himself back up to meet Arran’s glare. ‘Shit, wolfie, that was—’
‘You will come,’ Arran cut him off, snarling, ‘when I tell you to come. You will come as many times as I demand. You will come until your mind is a fractured wreck of pleasure and your body is a shivering ruin. Say yes please.’
‘Yes please!’ Moss squeaked. How thefuckwas Arran keeping it together to say all of that so gravely? The grim seriousness of his intentions reached right down into Moss’s soul and yanked on him by the roots. He’d do fuckinganythingfor that voice, curse or no curse.
‘Good.’ Arran angled his hips up, pressing into Moss’s prostate again. ‘Now come.’
‘Oh… Oh, shi—’
Moss’s breath left him in a whoosh. His lungs burned for air as his body spasmed, his dick filling and emptying within the space of seconds while pinpricks of light exploded behind his eyes.
‘Come.’
‘Oh,wolfie—!’
Moss’s voice broke into a protracted shriek, elongating his pet name for Arran throughout the entire orgasm. His dick strained, expelling nothing, yet insistent that it was in the throes of ecstasy. He blearily heard birds scatter outside, scared by the noise.
He slumped against Arran’s chest, sticky with sweat and cum. The Wulver’s dick pulsed achingly inside him.
Arran’s muzzle leaned down, nudging his hair and inhaling deeply. ‘Do you feel used yet, Moss?’
‘Ohh, wolfie I—’
‘Come,’ Arran said roughly. Moss felt his amber eyes glowering at him while he shuddered and gasped into the Wulver’s fur. ‘If you can still talk, then you haven’t been used hard enough.’
Moss whimpered and shut his eyes.Yes please, yes fucking please.
He licked his lips, desperate to summon words. Desperate for more. This was so fucking good and he trusted Arran to take him all the way, to give him everything he needed. He trusted Arran…
For a split second he was a system of roots being strangled by fungal mycelia. The spirit of his fae consort cackled in his ear.He will betray you, too.
‘Moss,’ Arran said. Something was off. His voice was soft and urgent. ‘Moss, you are crying.’
Moss glanced up through tears. His body was doing that tiresome trembling thing again. And it seemed like a giant pebble had lodged in his throat, obstructing the air.
‘W—w—willow,’ he said in a hoarse whisper. Then buried his face in fur, hiding the hot shame in his cheeks. ‘S—sorry.’
A great rumble in Arran’s chest cut through his panicked snivels. ‘Moss, breathe. You can breathe. Let me down. Let yourself down. Gently.’
Grateful for commands he could unthinkingly follow, Moss called back his roots and vines and allowed the Wulver to part their bodies. Arran lifted Moss up and set him back on his feet.
Moss looked away, still shivering, and acutely aware of all the dripping cum running over his skin. ‘What a washout, right? Dunno what happened there, wolfie. I swear I’m not a wimp, I just got up in my head or something. That’s what humans say, right? You should’ve kept going.’
