Page 95 of Reforging Onyx

And Onyx had said not this time.

They both knew there would be more times.

“Very well,” he murmured.

“I’m tired,” Onyx told him. He slid off of Dominic, back to his side, and he nuzzled his arm sleepily even as he rubbed his still hard cock against Dominic again.

Dominic allowed Onyx to slide off of him and helped him settle into a comfortable position against him, turning so that he could hold the Rayne witch in his arms.

He was loath to let Onyx sleep before the potion had run its course, but it was on the tail end, and Onyx was clearly not lost to its effects anymore, which increased the chances of things going awry.

But he had promised to let things return to their previous pace afterwards, and this might be his last chance for a while.

“Roll over." Despite how much he’d enjoyed the Rayne witch turning to him, Dominic needed that delicious hole one more time.

Onyx obeyed, turning over with a shudder when his ass brushed against Dominic’s still-hard cock.

Dominic kept his touches soft, gently coaxing and arousing as he positioned himself back at Onyx’s hole and slowly slid inside. The tight heat of the boy’s body welcomed him, and he hummed in pleasure as he started to slowly move, gently thrusting into him.

Onyx groaned and squirmed.

Dominic slowly rocked into Onyx’s body, his pleasure rising more slowly but insistently. He wrapped his hand around Onyx’s cock and started to slowly stroke him along with his slow thrusts, drawing them both slowly toward the edge.

Onyx’s breath caught when Dominic’s hand wrapped around his cock, and with the strokes against his prostate paired with the fingers on his cock, it wasn’t long before Onyx was coming again. There was little enough fluid left, but the pleasure was undeniable.

Dominic buried his face in Onyx’s hair, breathing it in before pressing his lips to Onyx’s neck as he slowly stroked him through his completion, his own growing closer as he rocked into Onyx’s tightly clutching body. He sucked in a soft breath as that hole tightened on him and he spilled, filling his hole with spurts of cum.

He lingered there until he was finished before slowly drawing out of Onyx’s body. He pressed another kiss to Onyx’s ear before wrapping his arm around the Rayne witch and letting them both slide into sleep.

Chapter 39

Onyx

Onyx had crashed, and crashed hard — hard enough to where he was sluggish and slow when he finally started to wake up again. Usually, he woke at the slightest thing, but he was pretty sure he could’ve slept through a hurricane during whatever dead sleep he’d been in following the… the…

His thoughts stuttered and threatened to fracture.

Following that.

He squeezed his eyes closed as he went still, trying to figure out just how things had gone the way they had. Why had he agreed to the aphrodisiac potion? Oh, Dominic fucking him had been inevitable, but that didn’t mean he’d needed to be into it. And with the potion in his system…

Dread and shame filled him in equal measures as some of the foggy events filtered through his mind. He’d been so addled by the potion that he couldn’t remember all of the details — thank fuck — but he remembered enough to loathe himself for being so weak.

He’d given Dominic almost everything he’d asked for, and he hadn’t fought against it at all. He’d just moaned like a wanton whore and taken it. He didn’t even know how many times he’d come, for fuck’s sake.

He didn’t feel sore or raw at all, probably because of the vampire blood fresh in his system, but he swore he could still feel Dominic’s cum in his ass. He probably could. The other witch had come multiple times, after all, using him for everything he had.

Over the past several months, he’d been marked inside and out: the mark on his wrist, the collar around his throat, the blood he’d spilled, the cum he’d taken over and over again.

The thoughts all compounded to put him in a dark mood, and he pulled away from Dominic as he worked through his thoughts. For once, the other witch released him without arguing, which was a good thing because Onyx didn’t think he’d have been able to handle it if he hadn’t.

Without waiting for permission, he muttered, “I’m showering.” He got out of bed and stalked to the bathroom, and the thought of using one of Dominic’s enemas just to get the feeling of him out briefly flickered through his mind.

It was almost as horrifying as the knowledge of what had happened only hours earlier.

Onyx didn’t know what to do.

Dominic had said that things would return to how they were tomorrow; did that mean he expected Onyx to submit to him more tonight? Because he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to lose himself to another potion like that, and he wasn’t going to spread his legs and whimper out another orgasm at Dominic’s hands.