Chapter 19: Bent to His Will

Chapter 19

Bent to His Will

Dawn had fully broken before Drew started to stir. I lifted my head and watched him wake, the flutter of his eyelids and the tensing of his muscles as he came out of it.

When his eyes opened, they glowed.

Well, shit.

Drew blinked up at me.

I waited, rigid with suspense.

“Ash,” he said, still low and growly, but a lot saner than before. He moved so quickly I couldn’t react, wrapping his arms around me and flipping me under him, looming over me. “Where the fuck are we? And why are we—” His eyes went wide. “Fuck, I mated you, I mated you when—”

“No, you didn’t, you didn’t do anything to me, calm down!” Drew subsided, breathing hard, and I reached up and put my hands against his chest, half petting and half holding him off—not that I’d be able to, of course. “I found a shaman,” I said, choosing to omit Nate for the moment. Drew’s reaction to the word “warlock” might be explosive, and I didn’t blame him. “He put a spell on you. On us, actually. It fakes a mating bond. It was the only way they could think of to negate the effects of whatever the hell was happening to you.”

“They,” he said thickly. “Who’s they?”

Dammit. “The shaman, Arik. He has a colleague who helped out. But look, there’s—God, there’s so much more to tell you, but long story short. The guys we escaped with?”

Drew nodded.

“They’re here. They live with—I guess it’s a werewolf pack. But Calder and Jared are here.” I hoped he didn’t ask me for more details about that, because I still didn’t have a full picture of how all the people I’d met tonight were related or mated to each other.

“They’re—fuck,” Drew rasped. He’d been looking me in the eyes, but his attention had drifted down to my lips. He shifted his weight. His cock pressed insistently between my legs. “I can’t. I need.” He swallowed hard. “Ash, I hurt you, but I don’t know if I can—”

“I’m all healed up. The shaman knows his stuff.” I slid a hand up his chest, cupping the back of his neck, gently trying to draw him down for a kiss. It was like pulling on bricks for all the good it did me. “Come on, Drew. It’s okay. I want you. Remember? I want you to use me?”

That was dirty pool, because I knew the effect talking like that had on him.

But as long as it worked, all was fair in love and war, right?

The glow in his eyes intensified, a low rumble starting in his chest.

It echoed in me, setting up shop somewhere south of my navel: a tight, heavy clench of muscles I hadn’t even known I possessed until Drew started fucking me. My skin flushed from my face and down my chest, hot and wanting.

And then I felt my cock. Not hard, but…eager. Making itself known.

A startled, high-pitched moan burst out of me, and Drew froze, his lips less than an inch from mine.

“Ash? What did I do?” The heat of his breath on my mouth felt like nothing I could remember, sending tingles of sensation down every nerve.

What if…what…I needed more, I needed him, I wanted with every cell in my body.

“Kiss me,” I gasped. “Kiss me, please, kiss—”

Drew’s mouth covered mine, hot and sweet and demanding, his tongue slipping inside to tease me.

The pleasure of it, fuck, the pleasure of it, rolled through me like a tidal wave, sweeping everything else away. The moans that came out of me sounded more like pain, high, keening wails half-smothered by Drew’s frantic, devouring kisses.

His weight on me had never felt like this, all-consuming and setting every nerve alight wherever he touched me, the constriction of his arms making me shiver and shake, the press of his cock enough to have me spreading my legs, desperate to have him inside me.

“Fuck, Ash,” he groaned, moving down to kiss my neck—more fireworks going off, my blood pounding in my veins.

Every stroke of his lips, every flick of his tongue. Too much, and never enough, and I arched up into him, begging wordlessly.

And begging aloud, I realized, a litany of pleas and whimpers.

Drew tore the bedding away and bared me to his touch. Strong hands pushed my thighs apart, hot as brands.

When Drew’s even hotter mouth surrounded my cock, I nearly levitated off the bed.

It felt good.

Down to my bones, which I thought he might suck out through the end of my cock the way he took me into his throat as if he were starving for it.

“Drew,” I gasped, “Drew, I can feel it, please don’t stop, God, don’t stop…”

And of course he stopped, letting my half-hard cock out of his mouth with a wet, obscene sound that made me shudder and moan and bury my fingers in his hair hard enough to hurt.

He grinned up at me, sharp and bright, eyes alight with more than his alpha magic.

With a magic that couldn’t be defined by any warlock alive.

God, he was so fucking gorgeous, those wonderful eyes and full lips, a little reddened from kisses and from having my cock between them, the fall of his dark hair and the strength of his features. Broad shoulders framed by my spread knees, his body all banked power and overwhelming force ready to bend me to his will.

I’d never desired anything as much as being bent to his will.

“The way you’re looking at me…” He ducked down and kissed my inner thigh, letting his mouth linger. “You make me want to eat you alive.”

“I told you not to stop.”

Another grin, this one bordering on feral. “Oh, I’m not fucking planning on stopping,” he growled, and bent his head again.

My eyes fell shut in anticipation of that incredible tight suction on my cock again.

And then popped open as he bypassed that completely, nuzzling my balls and then licking…behind them, oh God, he had his tongue on my hole.

Even if I’d remembered everything that had come before, it wouldn’t have mattered.

I knew I’d never felt anything like this. Drew held me open and teased into me with his tongue, revealing secrets I’d never known I had to hide. Tugging on his hair only spurred him on, and he groaned into me, the vibrations thrumming into the center of me and making me shake and spread myself for him, wanton and desperate.

My skin had gone tight, my body compressing and twisting and too much to be held in, while he worked me over with lashes of his tongue, pressing inside and toying with me, playing with every bit of too-sensitive flesh.

It built to something like agony, tearing me apart. Drew pushed a finger into me beside his tongue, and I arched off the bed and broke into pieces, the world shattering around me like mirror shards.

My cock hadn’t gotten hard all the way. Maybe it never would again. But I felt it, from my toes to my hair, intense, perfect, a wrenching deep inside that left me limp on the bed, every limb so heavy that I didn’t know if I’d ever move again.

I managed to crack my eyes open. My thrumming heart started to slow, but everything still vibrated to its rhythm. I would’ve thought it was a dream except that I wouldn’t have imagined the faint smell of dust and mildew in the room, or the spring poking me in the back from the old mattress, would I?

Drew lifted his head, nibbling my hip and making me twitch and whimper, and then licked my abdomen, lapping up—oh, God, licking up every drop of my come.

“You’re delicious everywhere,” he muttered. “Fuck. Ash.” Another lick, this one more ticklish, and my knees drew up convulsively, opening me to him even more.

He pushed up on his arms to slide up and smile down at me, fangs a little extended, a wolf who’d gotten the very X-rated cream.

“You enjoyed that.” His smile widened to a wicked grin. “You fucking enjoyed it. And I need you,” he added, in a tone that didn’t brook any argument.

As if I’d have wanted to argue. He could do anything he wanted with me, forever.

“I think I’ll enjoy being your sex toy even more now that I can really feel it,” I whispered, and had the pleasure of watching him gasp and curl in on himself, muttering about how I’d make him come before he even got inside me.

Drew straightened up after a moment, tearing his shirt off over his head and tugging at the button on his jeans. He cursed, rolled off the bed, and yanked them down.

I simply lay back and watched the show, reveling in the soft, electric, lingering sensations of the way he’d brought me off. Hard chest and lean hips, long, powerful legs…all for me. He snatched the lube off the nightstand and knelt back between my spread thighs, cock pointed right at me.

It looked fucking enormous from this angle—well, from any angle.

And I quailed a little bit. That had been inside me dozens of times, but I hadn’t really experienced it. It could hurt. It could hurt a lot, especially when he knotted me.

Drew slicked up his cock, stroking from the base to the tip, running his thumb over the rosy head, and then reached down, slipping a finger into me.

I had part of Drew inside my body. And I could feel it properly, the slight discomfort of calluses rubbing oversensitized flesh, the burn of skin stretching to accommodate him.

It didn’t matter if it hurt. It didn’t matter at all, because the way Drew gazed down at me, like he’d never seen anything in the world he wanted so much, made up for anything. His knot could split me in half and I’d still beg him for more if he had that intense, focused light in his eyes when they rested on me.

One finger became two, pushing deep, curling up to touch—I let out a cry that echoed off the ceiling, arching up and shamelessly fucking myself on his hand.

“That’s right.” Drew leaned over me, lowering his head to tease a nipple with his tongue. Too much sensation all at once, I felt like my circuits were frying… “Take my fingers, and if you’re good you’ll get my cock next.”

I let my head fall back, biting my lip to try to keep in the helpless, high-pitched sound that rose up in my tight throat.

Drew bit my nipple just this side of too hard, sucking it between his lips an instant later, chuckling against the swollen tip of it as I squirmed under him, riding his fingers. They never stopped moving, hollowing out a space inside me for him to fill with his cock and his alpha knot.

“You were never like this before,” I gasped out.

“You mean playing with you?” Drew glanced up at me, moving to the other side of my chest and flicking his tongue over the other nipple. He spread his fingers, the stretch increasing almost to the point of pain, but not quite. “You can tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t have to hold back. I want to fucking ruin you.”

“You already—oh, oh God, Drew—” Anything else I might’ve said got lost as he shoved a third finger in with the others, drawing out a wail.

“Not yet,” he gritted out, moving down, nipping at my chest and belly, every sweet, stinging bite sending shivers up and down. “Not yet, I haven’t. But I will.”

He slid his fingers out, leaving me empty. I blushed to the roots of my hair as Drew leaned back to watch my hole clenching on nothing. How would I look to him, all shiny and pink and open?

Pretty good by the expression on his face, avid and predatory and filled with more desire than anyone had probably ever felt for me.

My face still blazed like it’d been lit on fire.

But I found that the shame didn’t diminish my enjoyment.

Maybe the opposite.

If he looked at me like that…

I drew up my knees, hooking my arms behind them and holding myself bent in half, peeking up at him through my legs and through my lashes.

Drew surged forward, blotting everything else out with his broad chest and straining shoulders, and pressed his cock against my hole.

The head breached me, and my vision went dark and sparkly for a second, pain and excruciating pleasure blending seamlessly into something new, something I couldn’t bear.

He thrust forward, slow but relentless, stretching me open and filling me until I couldn’t get a breath, couldn’t do more than dig my fingers into my thighs and take it.

Like his toy, like his possession, like something he could use any way he wanted.

“Is this what you want?” I blinked up at him, eyes still blurred. He loomed over me, fangs out, eyes pools of molten gold. Inhuman, bordering on terrifying. My whole body went hot and pliant. “You want me to take you, Ash? Fucking own you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

And he did.

He’d never fucked me like this, not even when he lost his mind and couldn’t stop himself.

His grip on my hips almost felt punishing, fingers digging into my ass and holding me in place as he slammed into me, again and again, harder and deeper than I’d thought anyone could get fucked. My head bounced on the pillow as he drove me into the mattress.

Everything in the world narrowed down to that thick, perfect cock plowing me into oblivion.

And every time he thrust, every time he withdrew, it lit me up from the inside, shocks of pleasure striking like lightning and zinging up my spine. My cock hadn’t gone hard at all this time, and it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered but Drew and the way he made me his.

Every muscle in my body strained, ached. The pain of it brought tears to my eyes, and it felt better than I’d ever imagined. It kept me on a knife’s edge for what felt like forever—and then Drew slammed in even harder and didn’t pull out again, buried in me.

A hard, insistent pressure pushed me open even more.

His knot, and it sent me toppling over that edge and falling down, down, too far to know when I’d hit the ground.

I came back to myself wrapped in him so inextricably I couldn’t define the contours of my own body. Drew’s knot was lodged inside me, of course, a continuing source of pressure on the most sensitive part of me. I squeezed around him, making us both moan. God, I couldn’t imagine him pulling out. I wanted to keep him there.

Of course, he’d probably be willing to oblige.

He’d curved his body over me, keeping his weight off with a propped elbow, and that put my face right in his shoulder, with the rest of me completely enclosed, locked away in his warmth from the rest of the cold, uncaring world.

He smelled so fucking good, and he really shouldn’t have after a road trip, a couple of hours on the floor of that nasty basement, outdoors magic, and having sex.

Well, the last part smelled amazing, and it drowned out the rest.

Besides, Drew always smelled amazing. Something about his pheromones, maybe, but I thought it had more to do with him being perfect in every way, despite—maybe even because of—his imperfections.

My whole body thrummed gently with our mingled heartbeats and ragged breaths, and with simple contentment.

Something I’d never really expected to have again, if I’d ever had it in the first place; doubtful, since it seemed likely I’d been sleeping with a party bro named Clayton and stealing cars.

Drew’s hot, sweat-damp skin pressed against my cheek and lips. Arik’s mating-bond spell had restored so much to me, even as a side effect. Was it possible…?

I turned my head a fraction and flicked out my tongue, mentally crossing my fingers.

Salt and sweetness burst on my tastebuds.

I could taste him, and I could’ve wept for joy. God, I needed him in my mouth next time.

Drew shuddered, thrusting once and drawing a whimper out of me. He shifted his weight, and soft kisses rained down on my shoulder, my neck, my jaw and cheek.

“Ash,” he whispered in my ear. “Baby, you doing okay?”

What did I even say to that? Tell him that he’d ruined me, and I’d loved every second of it? That his knot felt like it might be dislocating my pelvis, and if he moved so much as an inch I’d probably come a third time? That I never needed anyone to touch my cock again so long as he kept me stuffed full and begging?

“Fucking Christ,” he breathed, and I realized I’d mumbled most, if not all, of that out loud. “You think I’m going to have any objections?”

He ducked his head against my neck again, sucking a mark into my skin that had me squirming—and jostling his knot inside me, which made me moan and Drew growl, and then he started to rock back and forth, as much of a thrust as he could manage with our limited range of motion…

Everything went choppy after that, processed in little flashes: the breathtaking weight of his cock seemingly lodged somewhere under my ribs, the unremitting pressure on that sweet, tender spot inside me that lit up every time he moved, the aftershocks and foreshocks and simply shocking jolts that zinged through me with every thrust. Drew’s skin against my mouth, his hard arms around me, the hot pants of his breath against my ear.

He forced another orgasm out of me, holding me down as I writhed and begged and told him I couldn’t take any more—except that I could, and he knew it, and even if it’d been impossible…I’d have done it anyway, if he made me.

Sometime later, long enough that bright sunshine poured in through the window, Drew rearranged my pliant body, tucking me into his arms with my head nestled against his shoulder. My ass felt so fucking strange, empty and wanting.

But I’d never been so sated, all at the same time. And I didn’t need my memories back to know it. How could anything have ever satisfied me before I had Drew?

He petted my back and murmured something that sounded sweet but that I couldn’t quite understand in my state of nearly catatonic relaxation.

A day and night of unbearable stress and strain took its toll, and I started to sink, warm and safe and almost melted into liquid, like a cat in a sunbeam. Drew kissed my hair. I fell asleep.