Page 88 of Betrothed in Fury
“Don’t worry. You know I don’t need that,” I say before spitting into my palm. I ready myself with a few spits and then offer some against his hole. Because I fully intend to give him exactly what he needs. I line myself up, working the head in, and as I do, Logan pushes his ass back, groaning. “Logan, careful.” I place my hands against his hips to keep him still.
“Fuck,” he says as his body tightens, his ass practically choking my cock.
I slide a hand around to his abs. “Take deep breaths,” I instruct my little falcon.
He whimpers, and despite how controlled I try to be, it only makes me swell within him.
“Goddammit,” he says.
“I’m pulling out. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He reaches back, his hand landing on my ass, clinging. “No, no. I need this. Please, this is the only thing distracting me from this unbearable pain inside.”
I’m torn between two versions of causing him pain, but knowing how excruciating the one in his heart must be, I choose to give him what he’s begging for. I keep my cock lodged within him. “Just breathe,” I whisper against his ear. “Breathe with me, Log.”
He obeys, his shallow breaths deepening. As his muscles relax, my cock slips farther into him, and his body quivers. I try to pull back, but he tugs at my ass, keeping me firmly within him.
He takes his time with his breaths, and soon enough, his body eases up again. He pulls me in, and again I think it might be too soon, but this time he doesn’t sound strained, no grunting, only a gentle moan as his body welcomes me to give him the peace he needs.
“There we go,” I tell him as my hips press up against his ass. “Just like that, Log.”
He practically hums his enthusiasm at our success. “Come on, Kill. Take me. Stain me.”
“You need to be patient.”
He shoots a dirty look over his shoulder before rocking his hips to slide me out slightly, then pushing back forcefully, demanding satisfaction regardless of whether or not I’m willing to give it. His eyes roll back. “Does it seem like I can’t take it?” he asks, pressing his hands against the wall and giving a few more thrusts to demonstrate how his ass has opened up for me.
It’s too inviting to resist, and I grab hold of his hips, greeting each of his movements, exploring the speed he can comfortably take, until he begins saying, “That’s it, Kill. Just like that. You know you need to mark your territory. Mark me. Claim me.”
His words are my addiction. “That’s what you want? To be stuffed full of my cum?”
“Yes.”
I speed up, and he calls out, his pleasure music to my ears as I move in a violent frenzy, leaving behind the nightmare he just experienced, totally dedicated to his pleasure. I slide my hand down his torso, gliding it to his shaft, stroking him as I take his hole. “Look at me,” I order, and he bends to my request. He must know what I want because his lips are on mine in no time, and I’m pummeling his ass so hard, he calls into my mouth.
I notice a familiar sensation, the way his body twitches.
“I love being able to tell when you’re close,” I whisper.
He whimpers. “I can’t… I’m almost…”
He can’t get the words out before his cock swells in my grip, and it’s too much for me—my climax is like thunder rocking through me, the cum exploding, painting his insides as I cry out, the sound only drowned as he locks lips with me, his tongue dancing wildly with mine.
His cock pulses, cum getting on my hand as I continue pumping it out, trying to rid him of all the anxiety that built up to create this moment.
I hear the door open and shout, “Out!”
I don’t even have to look over before hearing it close again, giving us the privacy I want in this precious moment.
I bury my cock inside my Logan, trying to get my seed as far inside him as I can manage, wanting to stain every inch of him inside and out. And the way his hand grips my ass, it’s clear that’s what he wants too. My arms tighten around him, and I’m clinging to this moment the way he clings to my ass, afraid if Irelease him, he’ll come to his senses and realize this is a horrible idea.
But he just whispers, “Thank you, thank you,” in a quiet voice that exposes how vulnerable he is. And I’m simply happy I could help distract him from the pain, if only for a few delicious moments.
31
LOGAN
After Killian filledme up, we found the nurse he’d ordered to leave so we could finish. She informed us Mom’s stable, but they suggested I return another day, which isn’t happening. I said what I needed to, and she messed with my head so badly that I needed Killian to fuck the hell out of me just to ease the discomfort of the warring thoughts that have been invading my mind ever since.
