Chapter Fifteen – My Mark on Your Heart
Slowly, they began to move, their bodies aligned perfectly, while Ryder did most of the work. It felt so good Danny could cry. Why had he chosen to go without sex for so long? Well, it hadn't exactly been his decision – most likely, it was his lack of partners or ability to attract said partners – but somehow, in a weird way, he couldn't help thinking that he'd been waiting for the right one to come along.
Gosh, this was sex, not love, he reminded himself. Ryder thrust his cock in hard, making him shiver as his pleasure mounted higher. Apparently, there was such a thing as the right one for sex, as well. Danny had been sex-starved and love-starved in equal measure, although it did feel like the former had gone on for a far longer time. Like all of his life.
He needed to get hold of himself. If he put too much into this physical attraction and how good it felt to have Ryder all over him, he was risking losing more than just sleep tonight. In the end, he needed to give Ryder back to Theodore.
His sudden anger surprised him. He leaned over and bit Ryder's shoulder hard. It tasted so good, of salt and scented wood, and it made his fury fade. Why did he have to allow Theodore Pembroke to have Ryder, anyway? It was a stupid thing to believe in arranged marriage in today's world, but it wasn't his choice to make.
Ryder groaned as Danny continued to torture his shoulder with small bites and licks of the abused spots as a way of saying sorry. But that action appeared to ignite something in him, too. Ryder rolled Danny onto his back, and his moves became ampler, always hitting in the same spot. Danny felt his eyes rolling in his head as the pleasure went beyond his limit.
"Ryder," he whispered hurriedly, "it's too much."
"I know you can take me, beautiful," Ryder said in a tender voice, so much at odds with his actions.
Ryder was hard without being rough, but Danny believed that his body had lost any contact with his rational mind because he wanted more despite the words he had just uttered.
The bed was shaking with the force of Ryder's thrusts. Danny growled as his pleasure soared, and his fingers searched for his partner's body. His fingernails were blunt, but he still dragged them across Ryder's chest in an effort to leave marks.
Ryder reacted to everything Danny did. Now, a low rumble rose in his chest, and he covered Danny's body with his own, while his hips moved to a more brutal pace. If they kept this up they would either wake up some nosy neighbors or end up breaking the bed. Most likely, both would happen, not necessarily in that order.
At this moment, Danny could care less about the woes of his furniture. He could sleep on the floor, with Ryder as company. It didn't matter where you were, but who you were with. That was his new life philosophy, and he intended to frame it and put it on a wall so he didn't forget it.
"You make me lose control," Ryder grunted as he wrecked the bed with Danny in it.
"Please, lose it," Danny encouraged him while grabbing Ryder's shoulders with both hands.
"I cannot," Ryder replied, his voice almost a plea. "I will lose too much, and not only for myself."
It was nice of Ryder to think of Danny's situation, given the circumstances, but nice was a dirty word when the two people involved didn't want to be that nice to each other. It looked like verbal encouragements weren't enough, so Danny decided that it was better to let actions speak for what he had in mind.
He pulled himself as close as he could to Ryder in that position and began slamming his body down on his partner's erection. His lack of experience in the realm of sexual pleasures was evident, but that didn't stop him. As how inefficient his technique was didn't stop him either.
"Everything you do is so endearing," Ryder said gently.
"Endearing?" Danny said though his teeth. "I'm trying to get you to fuck me like you mean it."
Ryder stopped moving. "Mean it? Do you believe I do not mean it?"
"Well, you're hesitating, and you're treating me like I'm this fragile thing, which, by the way I'm not—wow, what are you doing?"
His babbling protests died in his chest as Ryder flipped him suddenly and pressed his head into the bed, while his ass remained up and exposed.
"Wow," was all Danny managed to get out before getting slammed from behind by a freight train.
He cried out and fisted the sheets underneath his fingers, as his entire body shook.
"Am I hurting you?" Ryder asked. His polite concern was something else and appeared to have nothing to do with the way he grabbed Danny by the hair to position him better for the thorough fucking he had to be planning.
Was it wise to rile the beast up even further? Danny knew that he most likely no longer had one thread of rational thought in his brain because he whispered—
"No. Fuck me like you mean it."
He didn't even have to touch his cock. The thing between his legs was enjoying what was happening too much to care about any logic concerning the importance of receiving a proper rubbing before shooting like it suddenly was now. Danny shouted and cursed as Ryder continued to thrust inside him while still holding him by the hair.
As for Danny, it wasn't only cum coming out of him. He was drooling, and his eyes had started to water, but it was the best experience of his life to date.
He was also insane, because he continued to goad Ryder. "Harder, faster, more… oh, fuck--"
How was this even possible? The male orgasm had a very short duration, according to his limited experience, but more importantly, anatomy books. Danny, however, was shooting for some world record, because he was coming again, spraying the sheets with what had to be the national jizz reserve of a few small countries.
And it wasn't ending! He slammed back into Ryder, knowing that what he was experiencing belonged to the kingdom of the most wonderful impossible things.
Ryder was the one to slow down first. His calloused, warm hands moved over Danny's shoulders, back and then his ass. It seemed like he was curious about something, because he began pulling at the sweaty cheeks.
Danny was slowly coming down from that incredible high, while a delicious exhaustion engulfed him. His ass felt Ryder's cock in all its glory now, because his bed partner was still fucking him, although not at the infernal pace he had used until now.
"Is there something weird about my butt?" He didn't recognize his own voice at first, raspy and tired as it came out.
"It is such a beautiful small thing," Ryder praised him. "So pink and soft. But also strong on the inside, gripping me so tightly."
"You fucked all the cum out of me, so I suppose that even a little thing like it can get the job done," Danny thought an explanation would be good. "Where did you learn to fuck like this? I guess people in the country do everything better, right? Sex included."
"It is because of you. You challenged me."
"Challenged," Danny wanted to make things clear. "I think I had no idea I could—well, I hope it was as awesome for you as it was for me." He let out a small nervous laugh. Not many minutes ago, he had behaved like an animal, groaning, moaning and shouting, and now he couldn't even deal with a little post-sex talk.
He shouldn't have spoken at all. Ryder's sly chuckle went straight through his spine, making him shudder in a new sort of pleasure. Everything this guy did could turn sexual. Or was it only Danny thinking that because he was horny and had lost his marbles.
"Was?" Ryder asked slowly. "But I have yet to get my satisfaction out of your gorgeous body."
"Ha-ha," Danny laughed to hide his embarrassment, "I suppose you can go easier on the compliments because you already got me in bed with you. Wait, yet?"
"Yes," Ryder said directly, as was his nature. "I would like to enjoy your body more. Will you allow it?"
"Of course," Danny said brightly and grabbed the sheets. "Anything for you."
***
It was uncanny how much he desired the human writhing underneath him, even while his entire manhood was still lodged inside him. Like a man still feeling ravenous while eating, he couldn't get enough and worried that he might never feel satiated. What madness had pushed him to risk his heart by accepting to bed Danny? If it was a curse, it had to be a well-crafted one, because he had been fooled, entrapped, imprisoned forever by the sensations coursing through his entire body.
His temporary lovers had been made of sterner stuff than humans. They gave as good as they got, but none of them had ever been as sweet and intoxicating as Danny. His alluring scent was all around them, the smell of mountain springs, enveloping them both like moss, and Ryder believed that he might never want anyone else the way he wanted this human male right now.
Attuned as he was to the other's sensations, he knew that Danny had reached his peak several times already, which made their mating special in other ways. Sex was only sex. It was only with a fated mate that a wolf could reach the heights of happiness.
There had to be something wrong with those sayings. Those who had repeated them over the centuries must have never tasted the body of a human like Danny. There were beings like this in the world, and the part of it still belonging to wolfshifters weren't aware of them. Ryder had been cursed to discover the truth by succumbing to what he had believed to have been only a temporary attraction.
He had spoken the truth earlier. He would never love Theodore. But he could see himself loving Danny Wilson the human, and that was a dangerous thought. Wolves didn't mate with humans.
The choice wasn't his to make, anyway. He would have to find Theodore, lure him out as planned, and save his pack. What he wanted didn't matter. When all was said and done, Ryder would belong to his fated mate, and he would have to forget Danny and his beautiful face.
And tight, amazing body. He chased away the somber thoughts circling him like wolves. Tonight was the only luxury he could allow himself. He draped his body over Danny's, increasing the rhythm of his hips. His entire body wanted this human male, and he couldn't stop himself from wishing that he was someone else.
Danny leaned his head forward, exposing the back of his neck. The moon, sneaking through the curtains, bathed the sight before him in her silver light. Ryder sensed his fangs growing and his mind growing darker. He needed to sink his long fangs into Danny's neck, and he had to do it now.
"Um, may I ask you something? For something, I mean?"
The human's hesitant voice pulled him out of his scarlet thoughts of possession.
"Yes," he said, gulping hard. His fangs were retreating back to normal, and his mind was clearing.
"Since it's only going to be tonight that, um, we do this, can you fuck me from the front, too?"
"Of course," Ryder replied politely, pulling back.
What had he almost done? There was no way of telling what would happen to a human if he was bitten by a wolf who had his heat coming up. Wolfshifters lived away from human settlements not only to protect their way of life from the rest of the world, but also to protect the world from them. Although Ryder had never seen himself or any of the members of his pack as beasts, in the past, centuries ago, evil wolves had committed crimes against humans and not humans only.
Wasn't it sad that he had to go up against the curse and bond with his mate instead of being able to use his fangs and claws to tear his enemies to shreds?
Danny took his silence as an invitation to move. Ryder let his eyes wander over his human host, and his hunger returned.
"Should I pull the curtains more?" Danny asked. "It's not a full moon yet, but there's so much light."
"Leave them as they are," Ryder said in a commanding tone he hadn't intended to use.
Danny stopped in mid-motion and lay still. He held one of his hands over his belly, while his breathing was soft and steady. The way he angled his head while looking at Ryder exposed the side of his neck in a gesture of surrender.
Ryder averted his eyes. He no longer worried that they might start burning again; that was the least of his problems now. If he looked too long, if he continued to admire the submissive male baring that spot that invited long fangs to sink into it—
Danny didn't deserve to be mistreated by a wolf who so easily forgot his duty. No human did. Ryder wrapped his hands around Danny's ankles, wondering at how delicate they were for a male. They weren't fragile, however; under Ryder's fingers the smooth skin hid strong bones and muscles.
It was easy to dismiss Danny as a puny human being. Yet right now, he had more power over Ryder than anyone else ever had.
Only a curse could be more powerful than a wolf. Ryder moved his right hand, caressing Danny's calf, brushing his knuckles briefly over the sensitive skin behind the knee and then lower.
"You are so handsome," Danny said, biting his lower lip.
Even if he wanted with all his heart not to look, Ryder couldn't help it. His sensitive ears caught everything, from the way the sheets rustled underneath Danny's lithe body to the soft smack of lips when licked.
He wanted that soft mouth on him, everywhere. Ryder released Danny's ankle, allowing the freed foot to rest against his shoulder. He then used his left hand to caress the lovely face doused in the pearly light of the moon. His fingers rested on the parted lips, waiting.
There was no need for anxious expectation. Danny opened his mouth and sucked in the digits that were seeking a way inside.
Ryder held Danny by one hip and plunged inside him. Once, when he was very young, he had dove into a deep lake, whose bottom no one could dare to say they touched. He had touched it and emerged back on the surface victorious, shouting his triumph to the other members of his pack who had been there.
That moment, before going deeper, when his heart had not yet been sure that it was wise to brave the dangers from the lower layers of cold water, had stuck with him. Courage was rewarded. Tonight, he needed to be as courageous as he had been at that time.
Pure ecstasy rushed through him like a fast river. Danny's body opened under him, receiving him as deep as he could go. It had been a fantastic suggestion to try this position. Not only had it given him the privilege to watch Danny express, in turn, his desire, his wonder, and his need, but he was also able to go deeper and deeper.
A wolf and a human couldn't be destined for each other. He and Danny had proved that wrong.
No, he shook his head and let out a soft whine, pressing his cheek against Danny's leg, still resting against his shoulder. This was only pleasure, a fleeting delight before he returned to his duty and the cruel nature of his fate.
To keep himself from shouting truths he wasn't prepared for, he bit hard on his bottom lip. His impending climax pulled him toward the resolution of this night, when he had decided to dive into deep waters again.
Danny kept watching them. Their eyes locked, making Ryder worry again. Danny might have thought that he was imagining things earlier, but if he saw Ryder's eyes changing again, he would become frightened.
He did the only thing he could. Using one hand, he covered Danny's eyes, enjoying the way his partner arched into his touch and kissed the inside of his wrist.
At the end of all things, there would always be the memory of this night, Ryder thought, as he abandoned himself to the all-encompassing pleasure shooting through him from his manhood and up his spine, making him dizzy for a moment.
Coming down wasn't easy. His muscles trembled as he remained linked with Danny's body, with no wish to remove himself.
He jolted as Danny's right hand clutched at the hair on his chest. And then, blunt fingernails moved over his skin, following the traces of the wound Theodore had given him, replacing them with a new sensation.
TBC