“Don’t take it out,” I said quickly. “Please. Don’t take it out.”
He stopped moving, then gathered me in his arms and turned us on our sides, holding me against him and keeping his softening cock buried in my ass. Keeping his cum inside me.
I never wanted to lose this feeling of fullness.
We were sweaty and sticky and skin to skin and I wanted to stay like this forever.
“Again,” I whispered.
Cain laughed and gave me the sweetest kiss on my cheek. “My dick is gonna fall off if I go again right now, let’s rest for a bit.”
I let out a dissatisfied grumble. “Fine.”
I didn’t want his dick to fall off. I never wanted anything bad to ever happen to him.
I’d protect him with my life if I had to. I’d never let anything or anyone hurt him.
He was mine. Only mine.
Chapter 14
Cain
It was hard to think back on the days before Bowen had burst into my life, to remember my loneliness, to imagine a reality where I’d once thought of ending everything.
It was hard to think I’d almost missed out on the most beautiful thing in this world.
I’d almost missed out on Bowen.
It had been a few weeks since I’d taken off the muzzle and collar, and god, the way he smiled now…
It was everything.Hewas everything.
He was comfortable with me now. Comfortable with talking to me, asking me questions, demanding things of me, only remembering to saypleaseafter he made his imperious demands.
He was precious and adorable and so, so smart. He loved to talk, too.
We’d talked about the rain and what we’d do when it came. He needed a lot of reassurance that I would be okay, that I could handle him, and even after that night he’d woken me up to help him, he still seemed terrified that he’d hurt me.
But he wouldn’t. I just wanted him to associate something good with the rain. Something he enjoyed. I didn’t want himto ever suffer. I treasured him more than anything in my life and never wanted him to be in pain again—he’d been through enough of that in his lifetime.
I wanted to see him smile. Only smile. To hear him laugh. To fill him with all the joy he’d missed out on.
So I made him something.
He was fascinated with my bow, loved watching me use it, and wanted me to teach him that skill.
I’d tried, at first, but it was way too big for him and he couldn’t properly draw the string back to get good enough range. I hated seeing the disappointment on his face, but he pretended it didn’t bother him and asked me to teach him how to make arrows instead.
I showed him where I got the wood, how I whittled it down, where I carved the notches for the head and the fletching. I only needed to show him once, and then he was making them exactly like I made mine.
He was so quick with everything, had a voracious curiosity that was impossible to sate, but out of everything he’d come to enjoy, he loved reading the most. He’d started learning the alphabet and though he couldn’t read too well, I had all the confidence in the world that it wouldn’t be long before he was devouring all the books on my shelves.
Right now I was sitting at the table working on some arrows, and he was practicing the alphabet on the couch. He had one of the few children’s books in the bunker, and was attempting to match letters and sound out words.
I could stare at him doing this all day. All week. Forever.
But that would have to wait because I had a surprise for him and I hoped it made him smile.
