Page 50 of From Frost to Flame

“Sorry. Ah! Sorry.” It was clear Silas wasn’t using much force. The slaps were lazy, but his natural strength made each spank land with a delicious sting.

“Much better,” Silas purred. “You asked for a spanking, remember? Honestly, with the smart mouth you’ve had, the eye rolling, and trying to escape, you deserve a harsher punishment. But you’re relearning the rules, so I’m going easy on you. What do we say when I go easy on you?”

“Ow! Thanks!” Lex yelped. With each smack, Lex’s world blurred further. Silas's sadistic enjoyment blended with his own masochistic lust. Moans fell from his lips between the yelps, and all desire to escape faded away. Instead, he arched into him, wanting more of the sharp smacks. “Fuck,” he gasped as his orgasm already threatened to swallow him.

The spankings stopped. He heard Silas spit and seconds later the damp tip of Silas's cock pressed against his entrance.

Anticipation enveloped him, and he pushed back slightly against Silas, urging him further.

“So impatient these days. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Lex moaned into the blanket as the head of his cock impaled him. Inch by inch, Silas pressed in.

“Little One, you need to relax.” His amusement was evident in every word. “If you want me to fuck you, you can’t be so tense.”

“I’m trying,” he said shakily as he took a deep breath. Silas was well endowed, like most werewolves were, and it always made taking him a less than easy task.How did I do this multiple times a day for years?

“Anal plugs, mostly. We can buy you new ones when this is over.”

“Stop reading my thoughts!” he yelped as another spank came down. “Daddy, St—Ah!”

His words were snatched away as Silas thrusted his full length into him.

A sound between a sob and a strangled moan escaped Lex’s throat as relief washed over him. All the tension in his body melted away, and he gave into the steady thrusts.

I want this. To be claimed, to be his, forever.

Silas was gentle at first, but once he was sure Lex had fully adjusted, he was as relentless as the waves. Every time his hips slapped against Lex’s sore bottom, it stung just right. Every rough and loving sensation was bliss. Then came the steady stretch of Silas's knot. It was pain and pleasure all tangled together with every thrust and brought him closer to his limit. His eyes watered as he got lost in the bliss.

He reached between his thighs to pull long quick strokes on his own length. Just as he was about to climax, Silas took his hand away and pinned his arm behind his back. “Hey!” When the thrust slowed, he hissed over his fangs in frustration.

“Who decides when you cum?”

“You do, Daddy,” he said between pants.

“I should stop and give you another spanking for that.”

“No! I’ll be good I’ll—Ah!” He buried his face in the blanket as Silas slammed back into him. “I’ll behave, just don’t stop.”

Silas laughed at the demand. “I won’t stop this time, but I can’t trust you not to touch, so I’m going to hold on to you.”

He whined, and a pang of shame hit him. In this headspace, he hated disappointing him. Silas's lips pressed to the space between his shoulder blades and Lex glanced back, unsure.

“You’re still my precious Little One. Don’t forget that.”

He bit his lip and nodded. The small dash of reassurance warmed his heart.

Silas's thrust sped up and within minutes, Lex devolved into loud cries, and his body trembled. The venom, the pleasurably painful stretch he wasn’t built for, and Silas’s massive werewolf lust spilling into his own body were all too much.

“You’re clenching so tight,” Silas teased. “Do you need to cum already?”

Lex nodded quickly, unable to talk.

“I want you to use your words.” He let go of Lex’s arm and gripped both his hips so hard, Lex whimpered. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy!” he begged without hesitation between gasps. “Please let me cum. Please.”

“Go ahead, Little One. Cum for Daddy.”

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