Chapter 65

“Hnn, ngh.”

Excitement, frantic and trapped, surged through Elwin’s mind, yet he could not suppress the involuntary tensing of his muscles against the unfamiliar intrusion. Despite the slick, heated depths of his body, Elwin braced himself with a desperate, clenching instinct. Leon leaned in, his voice a low, seductive lure.

“Does it hurt, Elwin?”

The absence of a formal title—just the raw, intimate sound of his name on Leon’s tongue—felt like an intoxicating nectar. Leon pressed his lips softly against the shell of Elwin’s ear, a gesture meant to soothe, yet the sudden rush of humid breath sent a violent shiver cascading down Elwin’s spine, causing the fine hairs on his neck to stand on end.

“Ngh, haa, ah, there, not there. Ngh…”

“Here?”

At Elwin’s startled, breathless protest, Leon promptly drew the lobe into his mouth. As a hot, wet tongue swirled around the sensitive skin, Elwin’s moans sharpened in pitch. The wet, rhythmic friction echoed within the cavern of his skull, leaving him breathless and trembling from his nape to his crown.

“Ahh, no, don’t, ha, ahh.”

“Now I understand, Sir Elwin.”

“No, ah, aah, nnng!”

“When it feels good, you say no.”

The observation cut with such uncanny precision that Elwin longed to avert his gaze in shame. Instead, Leon grazed the rim of his ear with his teeth, worrying the cartilage with a gentle nip before trailing his tongue down the line of Elwin’s jaw. The pulse beneath the skin fluttered wildly, a sharp, electric prickle radiating through his frame with every touch.

“Ah, nooo, ngh, hnnn.”

“Ah, not here either?”

Leon’s lips traced the structure of his jaw, descending the long, vulnerable curve of Elwin’s neck. Though the absence of a rut meant no biological bond could be sealed, Leon mouthed the hollow of his throat with such hungry intent that it felt as if he might break the skin at any moment. The more he lingered, the more a fierce, primitive impulse clawed at Elwin’s heart. Had his lungs not been so starved for air and his mind so disoriented, Elwin would have begged for the bite, for the mark, or for the final, absolute surrender of being filled.

Ah, yes.

That was the only reality Elwin recognized. He craved the depth of Leon’s presence. As the desire intensified, his inner walls writhed in a silent, pleading welcome, tightening around the fingers already buried deep within him.

The number of fingers increased from two to three, the hand stretching him with agonizing deliberation. As the internal tension began to slacken into a pliant, aching softness, Leon probed further, searching for something vital. When Elwin realized what Leon was pursuing, a new, volatile sensation began to bloom within his dissolving, liquid body.

“Nnng, Leon. There, ah…”

The point of contact surged with an itching, churning intensity. Elwin started to object that it wasn’t the right place, but as Leon struck the spot again, a violent tremor racked his limbs.

“So this is not right either. Which means this must be the right place. Isn’t that so?”

Leon whispered the absurd question against his skin. Elwin didn’t need to look to know that Leon’s eyes were burning with a predator’s certainty. Leon ground his fingers against the nerve ending, again and again.

“Hiiik, ah, ahhng.”

A broken sound erupted from the depths of Elwin’s belly. If he did not vocalize the sensation, he feared the mounting pleasure would shatter his consciousness. It was a terrifying, nameless bliss, pushing him toward the precipice of an unknown edge.

“Ngh. Hnnn, w-wait, ngh…”

Before he could compose himself, the cock at the front of his body—untouched and ignored—surged into a painful rigidity. It swelled, rubbing against the friction of his lower belly and the bedsheets, demanding a release of its own. He attempted to arch his hips in a futile bid for relief, but only succeeded in grinding his lower body against Leon, who remained mounted firmly behind him. Leon seemed to relish the struggle, kneading Elwin’s hips with a possessive hand and locking their legs together in a tangled knot.

The length of Leon’s own member, straining and thick against the back of Elwin’s thigh, felt as though it might rupture with need. The heat radiating from it sent waves of tremors through Elwin, and the specter of climax began to loom once more.

“Ah, Leon, I-I think I’m going to, ahh. I’m going to, again, nnng.”

“No. Not yet.”

Just as Elwin crested the peak, Leon abruptly stilled and withdrew his fingers. The internal suction clung to them, and a slick, viscous fluid trailed from the parted entrance. The sensation of the fingertips brushing against the threshold as they withdrew was an agony of its own, but the sudden cessation of the friction left Elwin feeling desperate, bordering on fury. His hips twitched, his entrance fluttering with a frantic, hollow need.

Ah, hurry.

Elwin’s lips parted, but words were unnecessary. Leon shared his maddened, agonizing impatience.

The rigid, pulsing mass pressed between Elwin’s buttocks, prodding once at the unclosed entrance before driving straight inside with a single, uncompromising thrust.

“Ngh…!”

The sensation was indistinguishable from pain—the agony of a narrow, sensitive passage being forced open, his insides being crushed and shoved upward. It felt like a heavy iron rod driving into the very core of him with a dull, devastating impact. Yet, in the instant that violence crashed into him, Elwin’s vision white-out. The knot of tension in his lower belly unspooled, and a second, shattering climax claimed him.

“Ah, ahh…”

Even in his ignorance of such matters, Elwin understood that climaxing upon penetration was not normal. But he lacked the composure to feel shame. His consciousness flickered, drifting in a sea of sensory overload. Not only his thighs, but his hands, white-knuckled in the sheets, and his arched back, trembled violently. The depths of his body, having finally accepted an Alpha’s mark, clamped down with feral intensity.

The sensation of his inner walls convulsing around the shaft became yet another layer of torment. Each time Elwin spasmed, Leon’s cock twitched and swelled against him, the pleasure refusing to dissipate, gnawing at his shredded nerves.

“Hnn, ah… Leon!”

Leon gripped his hips, hoisting them upward with brute strength. Elwin felt his body rise, only for Leon to draw back and slam home with a force that made the wooden frame of the inn-bed groan. The sound of damp flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, yet within Elwin’s mind, it boomed like a thunderclap.

“Ah, wait, sob, haah, ngh!”

Leon denied him a reprieve, driving into him with rhythmic, relentless cruelty. The rigid flesh plunged deep, striking depths that felt impossible. Every sensation was agonizingly vivid: the shape of the glans, the prominent, throbbing veins, the fierce pulse radiating against his delicate interior. It was impossible for the depth to be anything but painful, yet every pull triggered a fear that he would be hollowed out, and every thrust felt as though it might pierce his very soul.

Worse still, Leon relentlessly targeted that sensitive spot he had discovered earlier. Each time the searing pillar of flesh scraped against that nerve, a pleasure Elwin could never reconcile with his senses clawed through him.

“Mmph, hnn, hnn…”

His insides felt as though they were melting into pulp. His head buried into the pillow, all that remained were ragged, breathless gasps. Thought was a luxury he could no longer afford. Crushed beneath Leon, he surrendered to the involuntary tremors and the rhythmic shaking of his head.

“Hoo, Elwin.”

Leon’s dark gaze swept down at him. Beads of sweat clung to Elwin’s flushed skin, and where their bodies pressed together, a vivid, blooming pink marked his joints, as if blood had surfaced to the skin. Elwin shook under Leon’s touch, a ripe, succulent fruit ready to spill. If Leon were to bite, the taste would surely be intoxicating.

Tempted, Leon swept his tongue over his lower lip. He gathered Elwin’s arms—which had been tearing helplessly at the linens—and slipped a hand beneath his chest, hoisting his limp, slender body into the air.