lose him without bleeding out?
Anger rose in my heart, fast and forceful. How come he got to come and go, and I was supposed to wait here for him every night, not knowing when he would come back? For months, every evening, I waited, naked like a slave. Would he ever wait for me? Would he ever care if I left?
Suddenly, I resented the pleasure he gave me. He must have known he was changing me on the inside. He must have known what his magic would do to me. Yet he had done it all the same. Every night, he’d pour his cum into my core, chaining me to him, morphing my body, and stealing my sanity. He’d healed me so I’d love him. And he would easily gut me again when he got tired of me.
In the end, the life he’d given me was just a magic trick, wasn’t it? It wasn’t real. I wasn’t a free man anymore. I doubted I was even human anymore. There was no point to my existence without him.
He’d healed me, only to turn me into a sheath for his cock. Useless if empty.
Through the open windows, a distant bell clanged. Just one beat. Midnight.
I stained his robe with my tears, and he still hadn’t returned.
17
The Dark Rider
I arrived late the next day, my torn jacket over my shoulders. Sunset painted the house pink, and the air was chilly with the approaching fall storms. I wanted to leave Sera in the stables and go straight to Rees, but he intercepted me. He met me by the gate; he’d been waiting for me outside.
“My Lord!” he exclaimed.
I jumped off Sera and tapped her side. She’d find her way home by herself. Jona would already be in the stables.
“What happened?” Rees asked, his gaze wandering over my torn clothes. He paused a few steps away from me, and I frowned. I would have preferred him to come all the way to me so I could envelop him in my arms.
“Sera startled and threw me off,” I lied.
Fear flashed over his features. “Are you hurt?”
“No, Rees, nothing can hurt me.”
He could, though. He was the only one with that power.
The air changed between us.
“It was the first time you were gone for the whole night,” he said softly.
I couldn’t reassure him—I had no idea how. My life as I’d known it was over. A nineteen-year-old human boy was to decide over my fate. And while the monster in me would happily let him, my reason wrestled with it.
Wordlessly, I took Rees’s hand and led him back to the house. I didn’t want to think anymore. I only wanted to lose myself inside his body.
In the bedroom, he paused with his back to me.
“Rees?”
“Don’t ask questions.”
His voice held a painful edge.
“I’m sorry I made you worry.”
He shrugged but didn’t turn toward me. The distance between us made my skin itch and fur stand on my neck.
“I want you, my Passion.” The beast inside me whined with need.
Wordlessly, he stripped his shirt and dropped his trousers. I wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t lift his face when he finally turned around and came to me. Before I could hug him to my heart, he sank to his knees and opened my riding pants. The wild creature in me purred with bliss when he kissed and sucked my cock, loving it with his hands. I weaved my fingers into his hair and held his head to me. It didn’t take long for me to spill into his mouth. He came, swallowing my seed like he often did. He tucked his face into the fur at the base of my cock and panted, shaking.
“Fuck me. Please.” A broken whisper.
Had he missed me like I’d missed him? My own need blinded me. I grabbed his body from the floor, threw him onto the bed, and pulled his legs apart. Then I fucked him from behind, fast and harsh, and he sobbed, soiling the sheets with his tears and his cum. Twice more he erupted with ecstasy. Then he fainted.
I pulled out of his limp body. He lay on his stomach, spread out on the bed, a sheen of gold on his satiny skin. I parted his ass cheeks and looked my fill. His hole was loose and open, my cum shimmered around his rim, and his flesh looked so ripe and healthy. I licked and kissed his opening while he slept. When he stirred from his slumber, I let