Page 15 of Off Limits
Asher's whole body went rigid, a choked sound escaping him. Too much, too fast, the burn sharp enough to make his eyes water. But his body remembered this, remembered how to open, how to take it. His muscles gave way incrementally, accepting the intrusion even as his mind reeled with the reality of it.
This is actually happening,his brain supplied helplessly as Gabriel kept pushing forward, claiming inch by inevitable inch.Gabriel Stone is inside me.
The thought should have been triumph—the fulfillment of years of desperate wanting. Instead, it was tinged with the bitter knowledge that Gabriel didn't really want him. This was just the moon, the mating run, whatever werewolf biology demanded. Asher was just the convenient body that happened to be nearby.
The position made everything worse. Or better. He couldn't tell anymore. Face pressed into pine needles that scratched his cheek with every movement, ass raised in presentation, being mounted like prey. He couldn't see Gabriel's face, couldn't gauge if there was any recognition there or if it was all wolf now, all moon-drunk instinct using the nearest available body.
Part of him desperately wanted to turn around, to see Gabriel's eyes, to know if any part of the man he'd fantasized about was still present. But another part—the part that had survived by never looking too closely at uncomfortable truths—was grateful for the anonymity of it.
If he couldn't see Gabriel's face, he could pretend this meant something. Could imagine that the harsh breathing above him was desire, not just biological imperative.
Gabriel bottomed out with a growl that vibrated through both their bodies, so deep inside Asher felt like he might split apart.
Fuck. The fullness was overwhelming, Gabriel's cock touching places that hadn't been touched in months.
Gabriel didn't pause, didn't let him adjust. Just pulled out and slammed back in, setting a punishing rhythm from the start.
Each thrust drove Asher further into the ground. Pine needles everywhere—in his hair, scratching his chest, probably embedded in places he'd be finding them for days. Dirt caked under his fingernails as he scrambled for purchase, trying to brace himself against the onslaught. There was a rock digging into his left knee that was definitely going to leave a mark, but moving would require coordination he didn't have while Gabriel was fucking him into next week.
It should have been degrading. Should have felt like those days in the city when he'd been desperate enough to let men treat him roughly because at least rough meant they wanted something, even if that something wasn't really him. Men who'd bent him over in alley ways, in cheap motel rooms, in the backseats of expensive cars. Men who'd used him and left without learning his name.
But this was different. This was Gabriel's hands gripping his hips hard enough to leave perfect fingerprint bruises. Gabriel's breath hot against the back of his neck, occasionally accompanied by the scrape of those inhuman teeth. Gabriel inside him, claiming him with a desperation that felt personal even if it wasn't.
Stop romanticizing it,Asher told himself harshly as Gabriel adjusted his angle?—
Oh. Oh fuck.
The new position dragged across his prostate with devastating accuracy. Stars exploded behind his eyelids, pleasure so sharp it almost hurt.
He doesn't know it's you. Probably doesn't even care. You could be anyone.
The thought stung more than the pine needles, more than the stretch of taking Gabriel's considerable size with minimal preparation. Because Asher had spent three years being anyone, being no one, being whatever men needed him to be for an hour or a night. He'd thought—hoped—that with Gabriel it might be different. That he might actually be seen, be wanted for himself.
But here he was again, just a convenient hole.
The only difference was that this time, he wasn't even getting paid for it.
Jesus Christ, that's depressing even for you.
Gabriel's pace was relentless, inhuman. No careful build-up, no checking if Asher was okay, no murmured words of fake encouragement or praise. Just pure animal need, the wolf taking its mate with single-minded determination. Each thrust pushed deeper, harder, like Gabriel was trying to crawl inside him, to claim him so thoroughly there'd be no question of ownership.
And God help him, Asher loved it.
Loved being wanted this badly, even if it wasn't really him Gabriel wanted. Even if tomorrow would bring nothing but regret and disgust. His body opened eagerly, greedily, taking everything Gabriel gave him and wordlessly begging for more.
He was still soft—too soon after his last orgasm, body wrung out and oversensitive—but the pleasure was there anyway. Building in waves that had nothing to do with his cock and everything to do with being filled, claimed, possessed by the one person he'd never thought he could have. Each drag across his prostate sent sparks through his system.
Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Or maybe pain so perfect it became pleasure.
He couldn't tell anymore.
This is what you wanted,he reminded himself as Gabriel's rhythm grew more savage, more desperate.This is what you've been dreaming about since you figured out why Gabriel's visits made you so nervous.
Though if Asher was honest—and when was he ever honest with himself about what he really wanted—this was better than his fantasies. This was Gabriel unleashed, uncontrolled, taking what he wanted without hesitation or doubt. The intensity of his need was intoxicating.
Tomorrow, Asher would look like he'd been mauled by an animal?—
