Page 9 of Devil May Hunt
His rut could last anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Originally, he’d intended to spend it alone, locked in here safely, where he could do no harm. But maybe this was fate’s way of dealing him a good hand for once.
“Since you’re already here,” he purred against the curve of his pretty lover’s ear, “I should use you to the fullest extent of my ability, shouldn’t I?”
The man might have protested, but Gunho’s rut was in control now, and all he heard was the buzzing in his ears and the delicious sounds of their bodies coming together as he rode his new mate into a pleasure-filled oblivion.
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A persistent mouth sucked on his nipple, pressing in closer when Brennon wiggled and tried to dislodge it. Fingers moved to capture his other bud, twisting it in a sharp, pain-filled contrast to the soft laps of tongue and pull of lips against his other one.
When that mouth finally did free him, it didn’t leave him for long, trailing wet kisses down his body.
Brennon curled his fingers in sandy blond hair, nails scraping lightly against the person’s scalp. He blinked through tears and exhaustion, the heavy fog of intoxication still gripping him as he tried to focus his vision on the person before him.
Everything was cloudy.
Where was he?
What was he doing?
Who was this man getting closer and closer to his—
Brennon tossed his head back, over the armrest of the couch, when his dick was swallowed whole. He squirmed, balls tightening as he was blown, hands still holding onto those silky threads for dear life.
“You’re the perfect size for me, pretty lover,” a smooth voice drawled the second that hot mouth popped off him. A cheek nuzzled against his groin. “You taste as good as you smell.”
“Who are you?” Brennon didn’t let him go despite the question, holding on even as he felt the man rise above him. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t bother to open them, knowing what was coming without having to see.
“Alpha.” Something huge settled at his opening, and then the largest cock he’d ever taken forced its way into his body. “Your alpha.”
Brennon cried out, sobbing as he was roughly filled, but it didn’t hurt.
He frowned.
“How long have we been…doing this?” He only then realized how hoarse his voice sounded in contrast to the other man’s. He was also warm and sticky, covered in a sheen of sweat and potentially other fluids he didn’t have the brainpower to consider presently.
The room they were in was small, the walls a dark gray, the couch leather and pulling uncomfortably at his skin with every powerful thrust the alpha made against him. He felt sore and overwhelmed, but when that large cock dragged against his inner walls and banged against his prostate, thunderclaps went off in his head, and his entire body was consumed by blinding bolts of lightning.
Oh. That was the lingering smell. Mixed in with the scent of salt and sex, there was a distinct smell that almost couldn’t be described. Like the air after a big storm, and the chill of the wind tossing raindrops around.
Brennon leaned up and sniffed, his nose bumping against the alpha’s collarbone.
“Are you scenting me, pretty lover?” There was a pleasant purr, delivered almost as though meant as praise, and Brennon got the feeling he’d heard it before.
“How long?” he asked again. When he tried to piece things together, the force of that cock spearing through his body drove structured thought from his mind.
“Only twelve hours,” the alpha answered, snorting when Brennon gasped. “That isn’t long at all, pretty lover. We can keep going.”
“No.” Logically, that was the correct response, but even as he said it, Brennon’s thighs parted and his hips lifted as though to help the alpha pummel him even deeper.
One more orgasm wouldn’t hurt, right?
Now that it’d been brought to his attention, he could sort of remember the other ones.
“Did I pass out?”
“A couple of times,” the alpha said.
“Who are you?” He sobbed as he was suddenly yanked up and repositioned, settled so he was straddling the alpha’s lap and dropped down onto that demanding cock hard enough his teeth rattled. “Fuck!”
