“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he purred. “Such a gorgeous little pet with such a greedy hole.”
Those words made my head spin, at the sheer amount of want and need roiling through me. My cock had somewhat deflated from the sting, but this underlying desire to take all of him had seized hold of me. Determination worked itself into my bones, and sweat prickled across my brow. He shifted forward and back, loosening the area, each pass moving him a little deeper. His muscles were corded, everything tense with how he held back right now—as if by a thread.
Cillian pushed in again, and the muscle relaxed. His cock sank all the way inside me, and I howled. Pleasure raced through me at being stretched like this, at being filled this intensely. I was at my edge, my limit, but the endorphins flooded through me, vaulting me higher than I’d ever gone before.
“Fuck, you feel like sin,” Cillian grunted out. “The way you’re gripping me.”
I whimpered, unable to form a sentence with how he scrambled my brain. And then he started to move.
Another scream ripped from me as his thick middle, the ridges, traveled along my channel, sending a cascade of sparks through me. He managed to glide against my prostate with every slow and deliberate pass, and sparks flared inside me over and over. From his tight hold on my thighs, the corded muscles of his neck, and the harsh breaths coming from him, I could tell he was still restraining himself. Letting me adjust to his size.
“Take me,” I gasped out. “Take me hard.”
Those words sparked an inferno in him, his eyes lighting up, his nostrils flaring.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, pet,” he murmured.
“You needed to unleash tonight,” I forced out between pants. “So take me.”
The last thread holding him back snapped.
It was as if Cillian transformed before me, truly “The Beast” he got called. His eyes all but glowed, and his fangs lowered further. His claws dug into my thighs, but I relished the pain. It kept me grounded in the moment. A feral growl rumbled up his throat until it split the air.
And then Cillian thrust in hard.
The rush of sensation made my whole body buck, and a cry escaped me. He started to hammer into me with faster momentum, the bonds insubstantial with the way he speared me on his cock. I felt weightless, just a rag doll, as he fucked into me like he needed me to survive. Each thrust in as his thick middle glided over my prostate had me screaming out. Tears leaked from my eyes, and my balls ached, my cock so hard I could scream. But with my hands bound, I couldn’t find relief.
Growls poured out of Cillian, the smack of skin on skin echoing in the room. My cries came unbidden as he tagged my prostate again and again and again. My whole body had become one raw nerve that he kept pressing, the mixture of pleasure and pain keeping me breathless.
He leaned in and sank his teeth into my shoulder. Heat and bliss rushed through me, and I screamed so loud my throat went raw. All the while, he hadn’t stopped fucking into me, the steady thrust of his cock threatening to make me unravel. I surrendered to him completely, my mind vacating the room. Right now, all that existed was his cock inside me, his massive body surrounding me. It was just the sting of his thickness, those ridges, his claws digging into my thighs, his teeth into my shoulders.
It was him and me and this inevitable collision.
His growls vibrated through me as he fucked like he was possessed, like an animal rutting into me. My eyes rolled back in my head, the onslaught of sensations growing beyond what I could process.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My skin smacked against his with every collision, as he railed into me hard and fast, the intensity building inside me. My balls ached so badly I could feel the pressure through my whole body, my prostate so oversensitive that tears streamed down my cheeks. Yet I wanted it all. I wanted this claiming more than my next breath.
Like this, the complexities between us faded away. We were just sweat and motion and moans.
“Mine,” Cillian growled out. “You’re mine.”
His words struck me square in the chest, this wild possession reaffirming them. He consumed me body and soul in this moment, and I let go. My arms were suspended, my thighs, the band around my torso helping keep me upright, but even if the bonds weren’t there, Cillian’s strong arms would’ve lifted me up.
He thrust inside me a little faster, the cords of his neck taut. His jaw was clenched, and the sheen of sweat covering his limbs gave him away. I floated on sensation, awash in the bliss that rolled over me again and again. My cock wept at this point, my balls painful, but I was at his mercy.
Cillian buried himself in me, and a loud growl echoed through the room, reverberating in the air. His cock pulsed inside me, and a moment later, wet heat flooded me as he came. The stretch followed, taking my breath away, as his knot expanded at his base. He sagged forward, strands of his sweaty hair dangling down, his shoulders heaving.
“Don’t worry, pet,” he rasped. He wrapped his hand around my cock, and I keened in response, my whole body a live wire at this point.
Cillian stroked my sensitive cock, and after a few pumps, my balls threatened to unload. His palm was large, callused, and so warm, and it felt like heaven wrapped around my length.
The cries poured out of me unbidden as he continued to jerk me off, his knot inside me, keeping me in place.
The tension spread, growing, growing, growing until finally…my balls drew up, and I came.
The orgasm hit me so hard that my vision blacked, and the sheer force of the pleasure barreling through me held my breath captive as my cock spurted load after load of cum. My muscles tensed, my body locked up, and I released everything I’d been holding back. Cillian didn’t stop working me through my orgasm, the heat and pressure of his palm coaxing more from me. The rush of bliss that coursed through me was so intense it felt like too much, my body threatening to shut down.
