Page 27 of Possession

I stare, stunned. I haven’t been in this cell very long, but it’s still obvious to me that such a gift is huge.

“Thank you,” I whisper, hoping he hears how much I mean it.

His hand lifts. Tentatively, uncertainly, he strokes the back of my head. He’s … petting me.

Even though I can’t see myself, when I feel the smile on my face, I know beyond any doubt that it’s the biggest one that’s ever been there.

NINE

Beast

After a few hours of resting on the bed with Lucas, I’m feeling better, so I start nibbling at his neck. My cock is hard and I want sex, but there’s something I need to do first.

As Lucas stirs from his doze, I roll him onto his back. He blinks at me sleepily. Then his lips part on a sharp inhale and he tilts his chin to let me nibble at his throat. I’m lying partway over him with my leg between his and my hard cock angled across his groin. My shaft rubs against him as I work at his throat, licking and sucking.

I love his breathy little sounds. I love the way he starts shifting under me as his body awakens. I love how his cock starts to harden against mine.

He belongs to me. His body is mine to touch, to hold, to fuck. It’s mine to mark, and that’s what I’m doing.

He instinctively accepts it, baring his throat to me. He’s so beautifully submissive.

It’s such a relief that I don’t have to fight him. I’m not sure I can be gentle all the time, but it’s so fucking nice to be with someone that I don’t have to hurt in order to survive.

I’ll hurt others though. Anyone who tries to touch him. Anyone who tries to take him from me.

He’s mine.

Mine.

Speaking that word ripped something open inside me. It feels like a wound. I’m not ready to look at it though. I’m not ready to think about it. So I just keep suckling at his throat.

When I’m sure the pink marks will darken, I move to his ear. His breath hitches when I nibble at his earlobe. I’m sure he’s remembering that I bit off part of someone’s ear only a few hours ago. At first, I think he’s scared, but then he shudders and his cock twitches against my abdomen.

Interesting. Maybe he liked my violence?

I wish I could ask him.

The impulse upsets me. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t like that I want to talk. I don’t like that I feel, maybe, a little bit scared to try.

Angry, I find my hand on Lucas’s throat. I squeeze.

I expect him to cry out, maybe claw at my wrist. If he did, I’d probably squeeze harder. But he doesn’t. He stays still, waiting it out as though he trusts me.

Jesus. What’s wrong with him?

I take my hand away from his throat. I drag it down his torso and slide it under him to squeeze his ass instead. He pushes up against me.

I draw back so I can see his body. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to actually enjoy the sight of another man’s body, and his is perfect. Lightly toned. Distinctly male with his lean hips and beautiful cock.

I curl my hand around it, loving that it’s hard for me, loving that he’s so responsive and sexual. For a second, there’s a jealous twinge in my mind as I wonder how many men have touched him, fucked him, made him come. But the past doesn’t exist here, so I push the thought away.

This is a separate reality, and in this reality, Lucas is mine and mine alone.

I revel in the soft little sounds he makes as I stroke his cock. It’s thick, stiff, hot. Veins thread the underside, and his tip flares enticingly.

Mouth watering, I scoot down. I’ve already shown him that his hole is mine. He needs to understand that his cock is too.

He cries out in pleasure as I drag my tongue along the underside of it, slowly stroking to his tip, where I suckle, feeding on the sweet precum he leaks for me.

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