Page 67 of The Monster at the End of This Molt

"That's fucking unfair!" I yelled after him.

I chased him back to the living room. He vaulted past me by hopping onto and over the back of the sofa.

I didn't want to destroy our house and burn too much energy over a little foreplay, but tomorrow was a new day. I would take him out to the woods, where no one would hear me crash through the underbrush as I chased my mate.

In Wembley’s play loft, I caught him again. Robin had hidden himself well under a pile of blankets, but I could smell his slick.

I dragged him out by his ankles and grabbed him by the compression shorts. His only article of clothing was slick-free by design. I dropped him to the floor on his hands and knees. With my knee to the small of his back, I flattened him to the wood planks. "You blocked our bond."

"I didn't want you to find me so fast!"

I leaned over him and licked his sweaty cheek. "You're mine."

He nodded, scraping his other cheek against the floor. "Yours. All yours."

"You know what I do with what's mine?" I asked.

"Please?"

All thoughts of roleplaying fled my mind. It was time to act.

I grabbed the waistband of his shorts. With one violent motion, I ripped them down the middle along the seam. I tugged them open for a view of his glistening hole, already dripping without the shorts to contain his slick.

His sweet smell was too delectable to resist. I grabbed his hips to hold him in place and licked up the excess.

He moaned and tried to follow me when I pulled back.

I whispered the quick birth control spell and lowered myself on top of him. Keeping both hands on his hips, I shifted his body beneath me until he lined up with my cock. I sank into him, using gravity and his slick instead of force.

He wriggled in my grasp, but I held firm, letting his body get used to me.

"Be patient." I growled the command, and he relaxed against the floor, all the fight leaving him.

"You're so good for me," I praised. "Taking all of me without any effort."

"Need more. Please."

I kissed the shell of his ear as I hiked him up onto his knees and pulled him up so his back was flush against my chest. I gripped his throat, holding him steady without cutting off his air. His pulse fluttered beneath my tongue as I licked along his neck.

"Please, Weld."

I clamped my teeth over his marked shoulder, and he gasped. Gently, I released him. With a spell, I lifted him up and off my cock. I didn't want to hurt him, so I cast another tiny spell to keep my cock in line with his hole. Then, I slammed him down and thrust into him, filling him hard and fast.

I was in complete control of his pliant body. Afraid I might choke him on accident, I tilted his head back to rest on my shoulder. He panted in my ear as I drilled into his hole over and over.

His body vibrated with the need to come, pushing me closer to the edge. I lowered my hand to his dripping cock, my strokes slow and sure while I jackhammered into him.

"Oh fuck," he wailed. "I'm coming!"

A jet of cum arced from his cock and landed a few feet away. Spurt after spurt decorated the planks until he was spent and boneless in my arms, the rest of his cum dribbling down my fingers.

I felt my knot forming as my orgasm neared. "Ready to move to the bedroom?"

"Mm-hmm?"

Even though it sounded like a question, my knees were killing me, and I wanted him to have a comfortable place to lie down. I teleported us both to our bed, bending him down to rest his head on his folded arms while I continued to thrust into him. It didn't take long before I came with a harsh shout.

"So full." Robin's words slurred as he swayed on his knees.

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