Page 31 of Body and Soul

“That's it,” he purred, the low rasp of his voice scraping down my spine. “Give me what’s mine, little rabbit.”

His voice triggered something raw and unfiltered, igniting a need that had me arching, grinding helplessly against him. The rigid muscle of his thigh pressed between my legs, unrelenting, feeding every urgent, hungry throb from my cock.

I could feel my orgasm building, unstoppable as a freight train. My balls drew up tight and I let out a broken moan, fingers scrabbling uselessly at Keres's broad shoulders.

“Fuck, fuck, I'm coming,” I gritted out.

My vision whited out as ecstasy crashed through me, my cock pulsing as I shot my load in my sweats. I shook and shuddered, hips continuing to work in helpless little twitches as I rode out the aftershocks. Keres held me through it, pinning me to the wall with his hard body, anchoring me as I fell apart in his arms.

When it was over, my muscles turned to water and I slumped bonelessly against him.

I was still trembling, my mind reeling in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, when I heard the sound of the front door opening. Oh fuck.

Footsteps approached and then Gavin was there, standing in the kitchen doorway, taking in the scene with an unreadable expression. My face flooded with heat, suddenly acutely aware of the position I was in - pinned to the wall by Keres, the front of my sweats soaked with my own cum.

Keres, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered. He was still nuzzling into my neck, inhaling deeply, like he wassavoring the scent of my pleasure. The low, satisfied rumble in his chest sounded almost like a purr.

Mortification surged through me, my body flushing hot under Gavin’s gaze. I squirmed, barely able to meet his eyes. What must he think of me, letting myself go like this—like an animal? I tried to push Keres away, to regain some sort of dignity, but he was unmovable, his grip on me tightening possessively.

“Keres,” Gavin said, his voice carefully neutral. “I see you've met our guest.”

His eyes flicked over me and I flushed even harder, knowing I must look a debauched mess. He had to have seen the wet patch on my sweats, maybe even smelled the musky scent of cum, sweat, and arousal.

Keres finally pulled back enough to look at Gavin, though he kept me caged against the wall with his body. His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “He isn’t a guest. He belongs to me.”

Gavin's eyebrow raised a fraction, but his expression remained stoic. “Shepherd is the one who offered him a place to stay. It's not your decision to make, Keres.”

A low growl rumbled in Keres's chest and his eyes flashed dangerously. “Shepherd's not here right now. And while he's gone, the rabbit is under my protection.” His hand slid up to curl around my throat, grip firm and possessive. “Isn't that right, little one?”

I shivered, caught between humiliation and reluctant arousal. I didn't want to agree, to give him that power over me, but I couldn't deny the way my body responded to his touch, his dominance.

Gavin sighed, looking between us. “We'll discuss this later, when Shepherd is back. For now, let the poor kid clean up and eat something.” His gaze met mine, something like sympathy orunderstanding there. “Bathroom is down the hall on the left. I'll make breakfast.”

Keres made a displeased noise but released his grip on my throat. I slumped back against the wall, legs shaky, as he took a step back.

I took the opportunity to slip out from under Keres's overwhelming presence, mumbling my thanks to Gavin as I stumbled past him out of the kitchen. My face was on fire, humiliation warring with the lingering haze of pleasure as I made my way down the hall to the bathroom.

Once inside, I locked the door behind me. I stripped off my soiled sweats with shaky hands, kicking them into the corner. My skin felt tacky with sweat and cum, flushed and sensitive. I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it and stepped under the spray, letting the pounding water sluice away the evidence of what I'd done.

What the hell just happened? I'd completely lost control, rutting against Keres like an animal. And I'd liked it—more than liked it. My spent cock gave a feeble twitch at the memory of his hands on me, his filthy words in my ear.

I scrubbed harder, trying to shake off Keres’s dark pull on me. But no amount of soap would erase the memory of his hands, his mouth... and my own eager response. He was dangerous in a way Shepherd wasn't. I'd seen it in his eyes—that predatory hunger, the raw dominance that demanded submission. It terrified me as much as it thrilled me.

I scrubbed myself raw, as if I could wash away the memory of Keres's hands on me, his deep growling voice in my ear. But even as I tried to push the thoughts away, my body rebelled. My cock stayed half-hard, no matter how I willed it to go down. The ghost of Keres's touch lingered, phantom fingers digging into my hips, teeth scraping my neck.

“Fuck,” I muttered, bracing my hands on the cool tile wall and hanging my head under the spray. Water dripped into my eyes, ran into my mouth. I welcomed the sting of it.

What was wrong with me? Letting a total stranger grope me, use me, like I was nothing more than a convenient hole to fuck. And worse—loving every second of it. Craving it, even.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memories. Focused on the scalding heat of the water, the slippery glide of soap over my skin as I cleaned myself methodically.

I turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a fluffy towel from the rack. I dried off quickly, rubbing the towel over my hair until it stood up in damp spikes. There was a plain black t-shirt and gray sweatpants folded on the counter that I hadn't noticed before. Gavin must have left them for me.

I pulled on the clothes, inhaling deeply. They smelled clean, like fresh laundry detergent, with a hint of something warm and spicy. Shepherd's scent. It shouldn't have been as comforting as it was.

I finger-combed my hair into some semblance of order and took a fortifying breath before opening the bathroom door. I could hear the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen.

I padded down the hallway on bare feet, hesitating in the kitchen entryway. Gavin was at the stove, scrambling eggs in a skillet. He glanced up when I entered, giving me an assessing look. “Feeling better?”

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