I let out a whine, reduced to mere noises as his knot throbbed inside me. Everything grew oversensitive at this point, but he was lodged in me, and I loved it better than any fantasy.
Cillian let out a long, deep breath that sounded like it was pulled from his core. “Fuck, you’re…more than I could’ve imagined, Beau.”
His praise rained down on me, and I basked in it, even though my eyes closed, the heaviness settling over me. Sheer exhaustion rocked through me as the adrenaline that had been keeping me on the edge crashed.
“Let me take care of you now,” he murmured, a calm in his voice, in the air, in the wake of the frenzy.
Slowly, the snap of the bonds around my arms released, and they sagged by my side. I didn’t bother trying to keep myself up. Cillian’s arms wrapped around me, holding my weight with ease as he undid the straps around my torso, my thighs. I was locked onto his knot, attached to him in the most intimate way, and I wanted to linger in this space for as long as possible.
The weight of everything slammed in even harder, and my eyes felt like lead. A heaviness lulled me toward oblivion, and as Cillian’s arms tightened around my body, my forehead rested against his chest.
Safe. I felt safe.
Blackness stole me away.
Chapter 17
When I blinked my eyes open, I lay tangled in silken sheets, and there was a massive warmth plastered to my front. My hole was sore as hell and…full? I tried to move, but I was stuck, and the jostling planted my face against a wall of muscle.
A laugh rumbled in the air, the vibrations traveling through me.
Cillian.
Heat rushed through me. I lay in his bed, and he was still buried inside me after he’d fucked me until I couldn’t feel my limbs anymore.
“My knot takes a bit to relax,” he said, running his claws through my hair. The tips along my scalp made me shiver, soothing me at once. “I cleaned you up already, but you’re not going anywhere yet.”
I swallowed hard. This was one of my fantasies come true, and I loved it more than I wanted to admit. My throat was wrecked from all the screaming I’d done, and I had the feelingmy hole would be the same after his knot relaxed. Cillian’s arms surrounded me, and he breathed with a steadiness that relaxed any of my residual anxiety at once. With the way his cock was lodged inside me, his knot keeping us together, he was right—I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Thank you,” he murmured, brushing a kiss onto my head. The tender motion sent a shiver through me, unexpected to say the least.
“For what?” I asked. He hadn’t been a selfish lover. No, he’d taken me apart piece by piece, even when he was straining at the seams, and he’d made sure I was okay throughout. How such wildness could coexist with such care added yet another contradiction to this confusing man.
“Normally I hide away,” he murmured. “Find an outlet, but never…with someone.”
The sheer loneliness in his statement made my chest ache. For as much as he had closer and more loyal friends than I’d ever experienced, he clearly struggled to let them in.
He reached down, running his palm over where he was still buried inside me, my skin tender and stretched to its limit. “Fuck. You’ve been one surprise after another.”
“Glad to keep you on your toes,” I said dryly, luxuriating in the feel of his chest against my cheek, of his hand caressing the area where we were joined. He’d fucked me so well it would be on replay in my mind from here until eternity. “Any time you need to let out some aggression, you know where I am.”
“Oh, you’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m letting you slip through my fingers.” He nipped at the top of my ear, his fang scraping there after. “The way you took my knot—you’re a rarity, pet.”
That term again. “Pet” should’ve made me angry, especially with how I was stuck here, and yet something about it soothed me at my core, made me want to curl up on his lap and purr.Everything about our arrangement was confusing, conflicting, but I sank into the comfort of here and now. I was in his bed, in his arms, his knot inflated inside me, and I reveled in the moment.
“What if I run?” I teased, not sure if I was playing with fire. However, it brushed against the desires I’d held secret for far too long.
He tilted my chin up so our eyes met, and his sensual lips curled into a smirk. “Then I’ll chase you.”
Heat poured through me in a ferocious torrent, and the breath hitched in my throat.
Cillian’s eyes danced. “Someone likes the sound of that.”
I licked my dry lips.
“You’re far too pretty,” he said before leaning down to press his mouth to mine. I savored the taste of him, the contact sending a ripple of lust and comfort through me as he continued to kiss me, a languidness to his movements, as if we had all the time in the world. His knot was starting to deflate inside me, and I hated it. I wanted to stay knotted to him all night, stay entwined in his arms.
He kissed me breathless, his long tongue teasing mine, gliding in the same sensual way he’d eaten me out. I sank into the sensation, much calmer in the wake of the frenzied way we’d crashed together. His knot finally deflated, and he withdrew from my hole with care. I felt it gaping without him there, and I whimpered against his lips.
