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I deny him again at the last second. "Not until I say."

Ignoring his pleas, I use his body roughly, rutting into his clenched hole as my own peak reaches a height I know will leave me in tatters when I give in and descend. With a final bruising snap of my hips, I flood his depths, claiming him utterly in this moment.

Only once I've found my own shattering pleasure do I finally fist his weeping cock. It’s so stiff now, when he moans, there’s a sharp edge of pain ringing throughout. I increase my actions, then cup his balls with my free hand. Giving a squeeze, he unleashes an ear-splitting wail and spills over my hand that continues working him until I’ve wrung out every last drop of his pleasure.

"That's my good boy."

I pet his sweat-soaked hair as I keep our bodies locked together. He shivers and whimpers softly under me.

This boy submitted and I conquered. A simple transaction, yet so much more.

As we drift off still entwined, a small voice whispers this is dangerous. I'm a lone wolf; attachment only impedes survival.

But the primal part of me snarls in defiance, tightening our embrace.

For tonight at least, he is mine to protect, mine to sate.

Tomorrow I'll worry about the rest.

Chapter 5

Ijoltawaketothe creak of floorboards in the dark bedroom. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I scan the dim space and find the bed cold and empty beside me.

There's a shadowy figure by the doorway, a sliver of moonlight glinting off his pale shoulders. Devon, trying to sneak out and break our deal.

With a snarl, I launch across the room and grab his slender arm, using his momentum to slam him against the wall.

He cries out, eyes wide and startled, his breath leaving him ina sudden whoosh.

Caging him in place with my body, I grasp his jaw tightly.

He whimpers, tendons straining as he tries to jerk free.

I force his face upward, our noses nearly touching. "Just where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Get off me, bastard!" Thrashing wildly, he's like a trapped animal, snarling and snapping. "I’m out. Whatever this warped deal was, it’s over.”

“Warped deal? If you think for one second anything about what went on here was warped, you and whoever told you such nonsense is an ignorant asshole.”

His blue eyes shimmer like Arctic ice in the summer sun, so close to melting and shattering the deep seated notion his words just made abundantly clear.

Yet before the sun can fracture the ice, it refreezes. “Food for sex. That was the deal.”

"Nice try. The deal was food for the night of sex. We're done when I say we're done." It’s just the kind of declarative statement Devon will hate, which is partially the point.

I like riling him up.

He leans in, then bites my lip viciously, and the coppery tang of blood floods my mouth. I slam him harder against the wall, fingers tightening around his throat.

His chest heaves, eyes burning with rage and defiance even as he pants for breath.

"Enough!" My voice is a guttural bark. "Since you want to act like an unruly brat, I'm going to treat you like one."

He renews his struggles as I drag him to the bed. Pinning his flailing limbs in place with my leg and arm, I trap him face down against the mattress.

His wriggling only sparks my arousal, my swollen cock nestled firmly in the crease of his ass.

My palm crashes down on his pale cheek in a stinging slap.

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