by Marcy Jacks
“Don’t fight it.”
Jason swallowed. “You’re naked and kissing me.”
And he wanted it. Something alive and on fire inside him kept burning with each and every kiss.
Hotter, and more powerful than even the electric shock he’d been given by touching the damned cage.
“They wanted this,” the shifter said with a growl. “They wanted you in here with me this whole time. They want me to fuck you.”
Jason shivered.
“Are you going to?”
A strange part of his brain hoped so.
If he was going to die, then he might as well get something out of this. Getting off one last time seemed like the thing to do.
The shifter groaned. “I don’t think I can stop myself. The bastards even threw something in to grease you with.”
Jason’s eyes flew wide. He forgot that would be needed if they were going to do something like this, and of course he would be the one taking it.
One look at this guy and Jason couldn’t picture himself being the one in control when he was as huge as he was.
“Are you an alpha male?”
The man chuckled. “Yes, I am. But you knew that already, did you not?”
Jason buried his face in the man’s chest, trying not to groan, but the heat was getting so much worse.
Without realizing it, he started thrusting against the man’s thigh, wanting closer, wanting the friction.
No, not just any friction. He wanted it to come from this man. He wanted to feel pleasure from him. He wanted to get off by no one else other than him.
And he was so humiliated by that, that his eyes started to tear up.
“I hate this!”
“I know.”
“Are they watching us right now?”
“I do not know. Can they?”
Did this guy understand how anything worked? It was as though he didn’t understand the basic concepts of technology.
“They’re watching us right now and probably jerking off to what I’m doing to you.” He thought of the wolf that had sniffed at the side of his throat. “One of them definitely is.”
Jason hated that guy the most, and he hoped it made him all kinds of jealous to watch a wolf soul being fucked by someone other than himself.
Great, now he was actually talking himself into it.
The male turned Jason over onto his back, his hands on either side of Jason’s face, his eyes glowing a bright shade of gold so pure Jason almost thought he could take them to the bank.
They sucked Jason in, just like the first time he’d sat down here.
They were…beautiful.
“Are you a virgin?”
Jason blinked. “What? Uh, no.”
The other man smirked at that. “Allow me to rephrase.” He slid his hand down the inside of Jason’s thigh. “Have you ever been fucked before?”
Jason knew what he meant. There was no way he could play stupid on this one. “No.”
The hand paused then pulled back.
Only then did Jason note the claws, but they didn’t scare him. He wasn’t comforted by them, but he didn’t feel anything bad about them either.
They simply existed. He noted them, but Jason was too busy looking into this man’s eyes to be scared by them.
And this time, he allowed himself to be sucked in. Jason allowed himself to be put under the spell of those eyes.
No point in fighting it when he was literally in the same cage as this man, right?
The other man sighed. “I am not one for fucking virgins, though it pleases me that you have not had anyone else’s cock inside you.”
“I said I wasn’t a virgin.”
The man smiled at him. “I think you know what sort of virginity I mean, my sweet.”
“Whatever.” Jason couldn’t help it. He didn’t care about the details. “Are you going to do it?”
The other man nodded. “Yes.” He took Jason’s hand. “I can only fight against instinct like this for so long.” He brought Jason’s hand down to his cock, and instead of Jason feeling disgusted, a thrill of pleasure worked its way through his body. He pressed his lips together, noting how damned big this guy was.
He wasn’t just big. He was huge.
“There’s no way you’re going to be able to fit that inside me.” Jason thought he might as well get that little fantasy out of the way right now.
“It will fit.” He thrust into Jason’s hand, fangs revealed behind his lips.
“You’re not going to turn back into the wolf while you’re inside me, are you?”
“I am a wolf, not a savage.”
Jason smiled. He supposed that meant he was safe from getting any gross surprises.
And stranger still, did this mean that Jason was coming to terms with the fact that he was going to have a dick inside him?
The more he thought about it, the more he stayed beneath this man’s body, the more natural a situation it seemed.
As if there was nothing out of the ordinary about being kept prisoner in a basement with a shifter on top of him, getting ready to fuck him.
“I would still like to give you something, before I take you,” said the male.
“Your name?” Jason asked. He still didn’t have that little bit from the other man, and it definitely seemed important to have.
The other man blinked at him then smiled. He pushed some of his long hair out of the way behind his ear, though it still fanned around Jason like a curtain.
“No. I do not have that just yet, but when I find my name, you will be the first to have it.”
Jason shook his head. He shouldn’t feel amused right now, but he couldn’t help it.
“Who the hell talks like that?”
“I do.” The blond leaned in, and then his mouth was on top of Jason’s.
Jason held perfectly still. He could only absorb the feeling.
Shocking, and yet nicer than he expected.
This guy’s lips…they were softer than Jason had thought they would be. What kind of guy had lips as soft as this?
The rest of him, however, was rough and hard. The other man settled himself on top of Jason, thrusting his prick down onto Jason’s hard cock.
His fingers seemed to have trouble with Jason’s belt and jeans, so Jason helped him out there.
He frantically undid his belt, popped the button, and pulled down the fly. Jason shoved down the waist of his jeans, groaning through the pleasure as his dick was finally free.
He moaned again when the man on top of him took his cock in hand, and though his fingers were rough and thick, his touch was gentle and…
So good.
Jason shivered. He moaned. He thrust into that hand, needing more, desperate to have more.
“Oh fuck, that’s…yeah, that’s good.”
Fuck it. He didn’t even care anymore that there were probably cameras watching him right now. He needed this. He needed this man, and if this was what he had to do to feel better, to ease this burning heat that had ignited inside him, then so much the better.
He was suddenly not so scared of having this man’s big dick inside him.
In fact, it seemed like the most urgent matter in the world that he did get it.
That he experience at least once what it was like to be filled.
“You like this, don’t you? My touch gives you strength, doesn’t it?”
Jason didn’t understand, but then again, he supposed that it no longer hurt quite so much after his shock with the door.
“I…I guess. Just don’t stop doing that.”
The other man lifted Jason’s shirt, exposing his belly and nipples. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to Jason’s belly button and then kissing his way up to Jason’s nipples.
Jason gasped. At first he thought he was in pain again, but then, no, he wasn’t. This was something else entirely. The sensation was sharp, but this wasn’t even close to pain. It was heat. It was pleasure so intense his body didn’t seem to know what
to do with it.
Jason gasped, and then he arched his back and moaned long and loud when he felt the heat of the alpha’s tongue flicking his nipples and then the teeth.
Jason gasped, his hands instinctively moving to the alpha’s hair, as though to pull him back, but again, there was no pain, only pleasure in the touch.
“You like this,” the alpha said. “It gives you strength.” He pulled Jason’s pants entirely off his legs, yanking his thighs up close around his waist.
Their cocks were flush together, and Jason remembered to be a little embarrassed about their positions.
“You blush so sweetly when you give this to me.” The alpha took both of their dicks in hand. “I need to get the scent of that son of a bitch off you.”
“The scent of…oh.”
Jason’s brain seemed to stop working because, at the reminder of that shifter who had been sniffing at his neck, he suddenly remembered where he was.
He looked up and around, searching for the cameras so he could try hiding from them, but then the alpha took his chin in hand, forcing Jason to look at him.
“No, eyes on me. This will help you. This will make you better. Make you mine.”
“That…sounds real nice.” Jason swallowed, taken in by the spell one more time. “And this is helping you, too?”
The shifter leaned in close, those eyes still glowing. “I’ve never felt so clearheaded in all of my life.”
He sounded as though he were making a promise of some kind. Jason supposed he was because then their mouths met again, and this time, Jason wasn’t just into it.
He participated. He wanted to give as much as he was getting, and something frenzied and wild woke up inside him.
As though he was the one taking on the wild wolf that had taken over this alpha, Jason felt out of control as he kissed the other man, grabbing at his shoulders and hair, thrusting against his cock and moaning for more.
And the alpha gave it to him. He thrust their pricks together, groaning in that language. It sounded like it could be German but, then again, maybe not.
But what did Jason know about languages? He sure as hell didn’t care when the height of his pleasure finally hit him and the sweet release came.
No. Not release. It just felt that way. Jason moaned, and his body throbbed, but it wasn’t the same.
It was as though the dam had been closed off before Jason had finished because his groin still felt tight. He still felt pent up, and he still needed that release.
“Oh fuck! Oh my God, what the hell is this?” He was at the height of pleasure, but not quite over the edge. He wanted more, he wanted to finish it, but something stopped him.
The other man kissed Jason again, still thrusting his cock against Jason’s, reaching his own peak.
His voice was a low growl that made Jason’s testicles tighten, but his heart soared. “This is what makes you mine.”
Jason nodded. “All right.”
He couldn’t think of anything more terrifying, yet desperately desired.
Let the wolf take him. Jason would let this man do whatever he wanted to him, so long as he could get more of that feeling.
Chapter Six
It felt like an eternity before Jason was put onto his knees. Even with the cold concrete flooring and the way it hurt his knees, he still felt as though he was going to die.
Not from the pain but from the sheer excess of pleasure.
The man behind him, man being the critical word to use here, fucked into Jason with all the strength of a champion. It was kind of funny when Jason thought about it that way, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little when he did.
Even through the pleasure. And the pain.
This guy was huge, but the way Jason clenched his teeth, the way he had to brace himself against each forward thrust, and the way the male behind him groaned and snarled as he fucked into him all combined to form Jason’s pleasure.
It was no wonder there were guys in the world that did this to each other. Being fucked like this was pretty amazing. Girls were nice, and he still liked them, but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, this was fantastic.
Jason felt as though he were back under the spell of the wolf, and he didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care that people were probably watching him. He didn’t care that he was in a cage with a wolf shifter, and he didn’t care that he was being fucked to within an inch of his life for the first time.
He wanted more.
“H-harder. Fuck me harder.”
Jason was still figuring out how to articulate what he wanted, how to let the other man know that he needed more.
So good. It was…almost too much to handle. He wanted to come. He’d wanted to come from the first moment that ghostly figure had touched him.
This was no ghost. This was something else entirely, and he wanted to worship every inch of what this shifter was.
Now he understood. He understood why the mates of shifters were so loyal.
Who wouldn’t be loyal when this toe-curling pleasure was his reward?
The man behind him growled in Jason’s ear, his voice hot and as sultry as ever.
“You want more of this?”
He angled his hips in just the way Jason wanted, just the way he needed. Jason moaned as the other man slammed into him. Their flesh came together in hard strikes that only increased the sensation, and the pleasure.
“Y-yeah.”
A drop of sweat slid down Jason’s forehead then his nose before landing on the concrete below him. He felt as though he were struggling to attain something that should have been right there.
Why was it so hard for him to come? He felt as though he’d been at the edge of that cliff for minutes now, and it was the worst kind of torture imaginable because he wanted to be thrown off. He wanted to crash.
But he couldn’t.
“I…I can’t…it’s not…it’s not…working.”
The heat of the man’s mouth played with the soft shell of Jason’s earlobe. He used his teeth, nibbling on the flesh while his pelvis continued to rock.
“This is what you have been waiting for,” he said, still moving his hips. “You have been waiting for me for your entire life. You just never knew it.”
His voice was rough, betraying himself and the cool words he spoke. He was suffering under this same spell, but unlike Jason, he seemed to be having an easier time of it.
If Jason didn’t orgasm soon, he honestly thought he might cry over it.
This guy acted as though it was just something that needed to be done. That he would have his orgasm when his body was ready so there was no point in getting frustrated over it.
Jason pushed his body shamelessly back against the man’s cock. He reached a hand down to take his dick in hand, stroking the shaft, but that block was still there, stopping him from getting the pleasure he needed.
Was this guy purposely stopping Jason from getting the orgasm he needed? God, that was a terrifying thought. If he had the power to astral project himself into existence while still stuck in his wolf form, then what was to stop him from keeping Jason in that terrible state of toe-curling, spine-arching pleasure.
He grunted, his body spasming as the male behind him reached around, his fingers finding and tweaking Jason’s nipples.
“Tell me you have been waiting for this. As long as I have.”
Jason shook his head. “D-don’t know what…you’re talking about. Oh!”
“Yes you do,” the man whispered, his mouth so hot it burned where he kissed the back of Jason’s neck. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
Maybe he was right, but that didn’t change the fact that Jason was going to lose his mind if he didn’t get the release he needed. This pent-up pleasure was starting to kill him, and he wanted it to end. He wanted to come.
And whether the male behind him knew it or not, somehow, Jason was under the impression he was aware of how much this was getting to him. If not aware of his responsibility.
“I want…I
want it. Please,” Jason begged. He was willing to beg so much more if it would just get him what his body needed.
What he’d needed from the first moment he’d seen the creature. As a wolf. As a man. He’d wanted this.
Jason didn’t want to admit it before, but now it wouldn’t be denied.
“Tell me you’re mine,” the man growled behind him, grunting his own pleasure into Jason’s ear. “It won’t be enough until you say it.”
“Th-that makes no sense.” Jason shook his head. It didn’t matter what he said or how much he wanted anything. His body would respond no matter what he did or didn’t want, so why bother admitting to anything?
Another growl, another teasing bite against the lobe of his ear. “Say it, or I will be fucking into you for hours. Admit you are mine. Be mine. Be no one else’s for the rest of your life.”
Jason gasped for breath he couldn’t catch. That almost came off as a marriage proposal, but then again, wolves seemed to take this whole mating thing seriously.
Did he believe it? Didn’t he? Jason supposed it didn’t matter what he believed so long as he got what he wanted.
Which was an orgasm, a release from this increasing pleasure that his body couldn’t handle anymore.
He couldn’t bear thinking of going for hours like this.
“I’m yours. Oh God, I’m yours, for life, just fuck me. Make me come.”
Even with a hand to spare, he couldn’t seem to do it himself. He couldn’t bring himself over that edge, and if he didn’t cut it out, he was going to give his dick a rug burn of sorts.
"Please. I need it."
He didn't mean to sound as though he was getting ready to cry. He hoped the guy behind him couldn't make that out from the tone of his voice, but then it didn't matter.
The floodgates were opened, as though his words really were the key needed to keep going, Jason braced himself, both hands down on the floor. He felt it. He was thrown over the edge with the other man still fucking into him, and then there was nothing but release as his testicles tightened and the pleasure building at the bottom of his belly was let loose.
Jason moaned, clenching his eyes shut against the pleasure. He shouted long and loud as his orgasm seemed to go on and on.