Page 41 of Designation Prey

“There you go. Now you can have it. Sweet boy,” Liam growls as he fits his thighs between Daniel’s. His cockhead is there, at his tingling hole, notching easily enough, but Daniel yelps, loosely fisting the pillow, and cries out as his Daddy sinks home in one relentless push that lights Daniel up from head to toe.

He cries out and Liam kisses the shell of his ear, panting like an animal, a lion that’s about to devour him. Again. A warm, dark blanket of submission spills over him and his Daddy gives a relieved groan as his knot starts to fill.

“Good. Relax. Let Daddy come, sweetheart. And then you get your nest.”

Once again, subspace swallows him whole.

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Daniel’s nest is so nice, he’s more than a little in awe of it.

It’s a dream.

It’s impossible that this is his, but it is. This is purposeful and deliberate luxury. It’s a place where he will feel safe and protected. He can stay here and his Dominant will be out in the other room, guarding him, Daniel sheltered and safe in the depths of their home.

He’ll read and sketch in his nest. He’ll nap and rest, he’ll be bred and used here, and it’s right. He won’t ever be demeaned or hurt for wanting to be here. No one will call him a disappointment and pathetic for wanting to whimper and needing to present. He can turn away from the world, burrow down, maybe even with a plug or his fingers playing at his hole, trailing over the teeth marks littering his body, and his Dominant will be pleased with him.

He can be weak.

It’s a primal need, and it resonates deep inside him. This is right. The urge to be mounted hard, to be wrapped up in blankets after, or bury his face in his Dominant’s groin while he gets himself together after being bred, settles around him. That will happen here.

This is his.

It turns out that Liam has a large antique dresser full of things for submissives. All of them are new, and Daniel’s allowed to use whatever he wants. The bottom drawer is filled with lingerie and he closes that drawer and focuses only on the space itself, not how he’s an overly large submissive who likely wouldn’t fit in the various silk and lace things that are in there. He’s decorating the space, not himself.

He puts up fairy lights in the room and gets a soft flannel bottom sheet, while the top sheet is cotton, white and crisp. There are pale pink satin pillowcases for the pillows (two are down and very fluffy, the other two are a better height for sleeping on), and the blankets are a mix of something that feels like velvet and something soft and cloudlike. It’s a bed he doesn’t want to leave. Now it just needs to be… his.

Theirs.

It won’t feel like his until he’s in it with Liam.

It’s up to a submissive to invite a Dominant into their nest.

And that’s what this is. This nesting room has never been used by another submissive. It doesn’t smell like another submissive, not even faintly. The things he’s been digging through, new and chosen with intention for a nest, indicate a Dominant desiring a mate.He knows Liam is trying to give him the full submissive experience, so it’s possible this is just another way for Daniel to really dwell in his submissiveness, but he can’t help but wonder if it’s more.

Maybe Liam is equally drawn to Daniel and wishes it could be more, too. Maybe even forever.

Maybe that’s just a fantasy, but bonding can happen fast. It isn’t unheard of for a Dominant to claim a submissive after one mating. The possibility fills him with joy as well as so many complicated emotions that he doesn’t even want to think about it. Daniel doesn’t need to borrow trouble, get romantic notions when it won’t amount to anything.

What’s more likely is that his father will send for him, and he’ll be so uneven and unwilling to adapt that his father will have no choice but to get rid of him.

For the first time, maybe since this whole genetic modification nightmare started, he lets himself think about whether or not that’s actually true. Yes, his father is a prideful man. Yes, he is stubborn and he can be cruel. But does he really not love his children at all? He’d loved their older brother, and he might have loved their mother. So, isn’t the man capable of love?

When he recovers and realizes his son has experienced being a submissive, is healthy and happy, and stronger than he’s been in years, will he change his mind? Isn’t it more likely he’d be willing to disown Daniel and let him leave the military?

And if that happened, would Liam want him?

He goes to take a shower, uncertain what to do about the plug and losing the come his Dominant gave him only a few hours ago, but surely, it’s too pathetic to go and ask his Dominant what he should do? Daniel is fully capable of making the decision. He takes the plug out, cleans himself and the plug, and works it back inside.

He has the oddest feeling that he’s lost something. He’s done wrong. Should he have asked?How pathetic, he thinks, and realizes there are tears streaming down his face. Daniel wipes them up quickly, needing to be with his Daddy. He’s going to throw the tissue away when he sees a capped, empty syringe in the trash.

What the hell is that?

He goes out to the kitchen. Liam is getting ready to cook, dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants, his feet bare, hair curling and almost dry from his own shower. “What do you not like to eat?” Liam asks, looking him up and down.

Daniel blushes. He’s only in underwear and Liam’s robe.

“Are you kidding? I like everything. Well, I hate spam. And cabbage. Oh, and oatmeal. Not a big fan of oatmeal at all,” he says, going up to Liam.

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