Page 30 of Body and Soul

A full-body shudder ripped through me at his words. He thought I was his? I didn't even know him, this alter of Shepherd's. But my cock clearly didn't give a shit. It stiffened in my borrowed sweats, straining toward his big, hard body, pinning me to the wall.

Keres shifted, pressing a muscled thigh between my legs. I couldn't bite back the moan that escaped when he nudged against my erection.

“Are you so eager to be claimed, little rabbit?” His voice was a dark purr in my ear, satisfied and filthy.

My face flushed hot with humiliation. I turned my head away, but that just exposed my throat to him. Keres made an approving noise and buried his face in the crook of my neck again, mouthing at the sensitive skin.

Keres's teeth scraped over my racing pulse and I couldn't hold back a whimper. My hips bucked forward on instinct, seeking friction, and I rutted shamelessly against the hard muscle of his thigh.

“Oh God,” I choked out, so turned on it hurt. My cock was harder than it had ever been, leaking steadily into my sweats. The damp patch was spreading, but I was too far gone to care.

Keres made a low, approving noise against my throat. “That's it,” he murmured, the vibration of his voice making me shudder. “Take what you need.”

Maybe what I needed had nothing to do with the god I’d cried out for at all. Maybe what I needed was to get a little of the devil inside me.

His hand slid down my side to grip my hip, holding me steady as he pushed his thigh more firmly against my aching cock. Iground against him shamelessly, too desperate for relief to hold anything back.

Keres's mouth was hot and merciless on my neck, sucking what I knew would be a vivid bruise into my skin. Marking me. Claiming me, like he'd said. A thrill shot through me at the thought and my cock jerked, spurting more pre-cum.

I fisted my hands in his shirt, anchoring myself as I rode his thigh. I was already so close, pleasure coiling tight at the base of my spine. All rational thought had deserted me. My world narrowed down to the places we touched, the heat of his skin against mine.

Distantly, it registered that I was dry humping someone I didn't even know. A stranger, essentially. But the thought was hazy, drowned out by the overwhelming need pulsing through my veins. This was no different from hooking up with a random guy from an app, right? Two people using each other to get off. At least that's what I told myself as I rutted desperately against Keres's hard thigh.

I didn't want to think too hard about what I was doing or why. I needed this—needed him to keep touching me, to keep giving me this sweet friction. My brain was nothing but white noise and static anyway, all rational thought drowned out by the roaring of my pulse in my ears.

Keres's hands gripped my hips hard, fingers digging in almost painfully as he held me against his thigh. I couldn't stop grinding on him, my body moving on autopilot, chasing the pleasure sparking up my spine with each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck,” I panted, my voice high and thready to my own ears. Sweat beaded on my skin as I worked myself frantically against him.

“Keep going,” Keres growled.

His voice was pure gravel, dark and rasping and so fucking hot I could hardly stand it. I whined low in my throat, hips snappingfaster, my leaking cock sliding against his hard thigh through my sweats. The damp cotton clung to me, letting me feel every flex of his muscles.

Keres's chest was vibrating against mine, a continuous deep rumble almost like a purr as he mouthed at my neck. He licked over the bruise he'd left, making me shudder, before trailing his lips up to my jaw. I tipped my head back against the wall, drunk on sensation, silently begging him for more.

He obliged me, stubble scraping deliciously as he nipped and sucked his way to my ear. I felt the sharp edge of teeth against the lobe and then his hot, wet tongue soothing the sting. A strangled moan punched out of me.

The deep, primal sound of Keres's growl against my neck sent shivers racing down my spine, my skin prickling with goosebumps. I could feel the vibrations of it where his mouth was latched onto my throat, teeth and tongue and lips marking me, claiming me. Branding me as his.

My hips were moving mindlessly now, grinding and rutting against the hard muscle of his thigh. The damp patch on my sweats had spread, the fabric clinging obscenely to my straining erection. I knew Keres could feel how hard I was, how desperately I was leaking for him. Fuck, he could probably smell my arousal, the musky, heady scent of it filling the space between us. The thought made me dizzy, my cock throbbing urgently.

Keres's hands on my hips tightened to the point of pain, fingertips digging in hard enough to bruise. He used his grip to guide my frantic movements, setting a ruthless pace as he worked me against his thigh. The rough treatment only turned me on more, my body responding to his dominance on an instinctual level.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure at the base of my spine coiling tighter and tighter with each grind of my hips.My thighs were trembling, muscles burning with the effort of chasing my pleasure. Keres's harsh breaths mingled with my increasingly desperate pants, the obscene wet sound of my cock rutting against his thigh seeming to echo in the quiet kitchen.

“Please,” I heard myself whimper, not even knowing what I was begging for. More friction, more of his teeth on my neck, more of the filthy words he was growling into my skin - I'd take anything he'd give me.

Keres's rumbling growl took on a note of dark satisfaction. Keres's hand slid from my hip to palm my ass, fingers digging into the meat of it as he pulled me impossibly closer. “Fuck yourself on my thigh like a doe in heat. Show me how bad you need it.”

A ragged moan tore from my chest at his words, my hips snapping forward frantically. He was right. I was rutting on him shamelessly, desperate for any stimulation on my aching cock. The way he was talking to me, so filthy and degrading, only made me hotter, my dick pulsing out another spurt of pre-cum.

It should've been humiliating, dry humping him like a horny teenager, but I was too far gone to care. All that mattered was the delicious friction against my cock, the sharp sting of Keres's teeth on my neck.

“Fuck, I'm close,” I panted, burying my face in his shoulder as I ground myself against his muscular thigh. The scent of him filled my nose, earthy and masculine, tinged with arousal. It made my head spin.

Keres's hand slid into my hair, fisting in the white-blond strands and yanking my head back. I gasped at the sharp tug on my scalp, the pain bleeding into pleasure. “You don't get to hide from me,” he growled. “I want to see your face when you come for me.”

His fingers tightened in my hair, keeping my head wrenched back, throat bared to him in total submission. My pulsehammered against his fingers, and I felt my own struggle between fear and need, caught in the intensity of his hold. Every instinct screamed to break away, but every inch of my body begged to stay. The sting of pain at my scalp only heightened the intense pleasure coursing through me, my nerves alight and singing with sensation.

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