Page 36 of Festive Fugitive
My mind’s still fuzzy, like a dark labyrinth around my soul, but the windows are now cracked wide enough to let in daylight and guide me to my sweet, beautiful companion.
With Sullivan dead, I’d thought myself untouchable, free of a leash that hung over me like a noose, but as it turns out, my former master put safeguards in place and entrustedthe wordsto Lyle. I don’t remember them. The first few—yes—but once I’m past a threshold, parts of me disappear, turned off, as if my body was a building and the person saying the long phrase held the power to turn off the lights.
I might be fearless, but when that happens, I’m scared like the child I was when that reaction was first instilledin me. Withthe words, Lyle had the power to make me obey and even die, but Eli freed me. Eli pulled me back to the surface. How can I ever repay him?
Our bodies are steaming hot as I push past the door and enter the cabin with my pants pooling at my ankles. I gravitate toward the couch, eager to give him the comfort he surely needs. I have so much mess to deal with, but first, I shall take care of Eli, give him pleasure and leave him to rest under a blanket.
He’s wonderful.
I don’t deserve him.
He has eyes only for me. Parts of what happened right after he pulled me out are vague, as if I’m not myself, but the attack dog I was forged into.
As through fog, I remember the word love being repeated. Another thing I don’t deserve but which he gives me so freely.
I don’t know what Eli’s done, but there’s lots of blood drying on him, and a hammer laid next to Lyle’s smashed-in head. He’s no experienced killer, yet he did that. For me.
And now I have him in my arms. So vulnerable, half naked, his cock still hard, his face red. I’m horny again just looking at him when I think that he’s got my cum inside him. I’m calming down, getting back to myself, but the beast is still there as I change the angle of my arm so I can reach his hole with my fingers. So slippery and available.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My cock was already softening, but somewhere between the door and the couch, my brain started buzzing with desire, as if I haven’t just come. It’s insane.Heis making me insane, but who the fuck cares? I want him, and he told me I should take him whenever I need to.
Right now, I most definitely do.
There’s a rug in front of the log burner, and when I step on it, it becomes clear I don’t want to wait a moment longer.
Eli holds on to me with more force when I lower both of us to the floor. I only let go of him when I’m sure it’s safe, and he whines, rolling his hips impatiently. His cock is so hard it might burst at any moment, balls like two weights, and when he spreads his legs, the slick hole between his buttocks beckons me closer. It’s swollen from our fuck, ripe, tender, and I want to be inside it again like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
Maybe it’s the effects of my trance, the adrenaline and shock of being taken down with such ease, but I want to fill Eli with my DNA, and turn him into a trembling, moaning mess who can’t live without me.
He glances over his shoulder, but I can’t wait and pull him to my chest as we lie almost flat, his face in the rug.
He makes that little whine I love so much. Like he’s the cute slinky fox to my wolf. He turns his head enough to meet my eye, his own widening when I press my cock into his crack.
“Again?” he whispers, but rocks back like a good boy, and my dick breaches his cum-slicked channel with ease.
“Ohh fuck,” I mumble when Eli’s legs slide all the way apart, and I lie flat on top of him.
Eli wiggles under me, and while he might have taken down Lyle, he’s no match for me, and will be staying where I want him unless I let him out. Which isn’t soon, because his ass feels so good.
“Yes. Take what you need,” he mumbles, half-lucid. “It’s so thick…”
I’ve had pliant sex partners before, but Eli is something else. He gives himself completely. His bodyis mine. He might have taken over the reins from Sullivan, but the relationship between us is nothing like the one I had with my previous master. I used to be the dog beaten into obedience. Now I’m the domesticated wolf who pulls the leash a little too hard, yet gets petted nonetheless.
The rush in my head is impossible to describe. All I know is that I needmore. Harder. Faster.
I drag his pants down, until one leg is off, and he can spread his thighs wider, and then wrap him in my arms as tightly as I can, until his back feels like an integral part of my own body. He smells like life. Like the summer, and spring. Like freedom. It’s indescribable, and being inside his body—incomparable to fucking any other man in my past.
He’s my North Star. The only person who matters, and I’ll fuck him until he can’t imagine a life without me.
“Do you like that? Stretching your tight hole so it’s perfect for my dick,” I rasp and bite his ear. “I can’t help myself, I need to leave another load inside you.”
His moans are perfection every time I slap my hips hard against his ass. “Yes. Oh fuck. Breed me whenever, I’m your bitch, and you’re my wolf.”
I’m melting. My brain is no longer on, because all I know is the tightness of his ass, the soft warmth of his body, and that scent, which I want to only ever sense in combination with mine.
