Page 36 of Devil May Hunt
“Good boy,” Gunho praised, fingers moving up to trace the seam of his ass. “Can you feel this? You’re so wet for me already. This is slick, it’ll help ease your passage so our mating goes more smoothly than it did last week.”
“Will it still hurt?” It hurt now, but it was a different sort of pain and they both knew it.
“Maybe a little. I’m bigger than average.”
“I fucking know that.”
“Stop cursing at me.”
“This again? You don’t deserve respect—” Brennon cried when the alpha hit him with an open palm, the sting on his left ass cheek causing him to shake. “Gunho, damn it!”
“Call me alpha.” He spanked him again, though with less strength this time. His fingers tapped Brennon’s hole teasingly. “Call me alpha, and we can stop this conversation. I’ll give you what you crave, pretty lover, and you can scold me all you like afterward. How does that sound?”
“Can I stab you in the junk too?”
“No,” he chuckled, not the least bit offended. “You’ll need that, remember? You won’t be able to survive without me from now on.”
That was a scary thought, and Brennon didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with it at the moment. He could already feel stickiness beneath his knees, and when he glanced down, he saw he’d soaked the carpet with precome and slick.
“Good Light,” he swore. “Please tell me that will come out?”
“It’ll most likely stain,” Gunho said. “Am I to take this to mean you’d like to keep talking?” His hand disappeared.
“Wait!” Brennon’s mind raced for a solution, but there was only one way to make this stop. “Do it. Fuck me. Please.”
“Please…?”
He clenched his jaw and then loosened it. “Alpha.”
Gunho speared three fingers into him at once, making him howl.
It didn’t even take two pumps of his hand before Brennon came.
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“More.” Brennon wrapped his arms around the alpha, clinging to him. He buried his face against the crook of his neck and shamelessly inhaled, that spicy scent causing his dick to jerk and his balls to tighten. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you.” The alpha shifted over him, pinning Brennon more securely to the couch.
A laugh bubbled past his lips before he could help it.
“Something funny, pretty lover?” the alpha asked.
“We only fuck on couches.”
“That’s not true,” he disagreed, slamming into him hard enough to make Brennon toss his head back and cry out. “We’ve done it on the floor, and over the desk. I had you against the window an hour ago. Don’t you remember?”
“No.” Wait. “Maybe.”
“I promise,” the alpha nipped at his earlobe, forcing Brennon to turn his head and present his throat so he could lap at it with his warm tongue, “the next time we do this, it’ll be in a proper bed, and you’ll be of sound mind. Agreed?”
“Whatever.” He dragged his nails roughly down the alpha’s side, gripping his hips so he could pull him down and make the next thrust shove that cock even deeper. “Just screw me.”
“I’ve been breeding you for six hours,” Gunho growled. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Your fault.” It definitely was, even if Brennon couldn’t exactly recall why at the moment. “You did this.”
He should be mad—was mad—but it was hard to grasp onto that emotion with the feel of burning, solid steel ramming his insides, keeping him distracted. The stretch and the burn was so good, it was almost painful. He felt himself squeezing around that massive cock every time Gunho dragged it out of him, needing it deeper and longer.
