Chapter 41: The Second Bond! 2
Before Neve could process what that meant, Cael pushed him backwards until he was lying on the straws. He grabbed Neve’s thighs, pushing his legs up and apart, exposing him completely. Neve cried out, trying to close his legs, but Cael was immovable.
"Cael, wait—!"
"I’ve waited long enough." Cael bent his head.
The first swipe of his tongue over Neve’s entrance was so shocking and intimate that Neve screamed. It wasn’t pain. It was a white-hot lance of pleasure so acute it bordered on agony. Cael’s tongue was rough, like a cat’s, and unbearably hot. He licked and probed, lapping at the tight furl of muscle until it was wet and loose and Neve was sobbing into the furs, his back arched, his fingers clawing at nothing.
"You taste like fear," Cael growled against his skin, his breath scalding. "And want. So much want." He pushed his tongue inside, just a little, and Neve shattered, coming untouched with a broken wail, his release painting stripes across his own stomach and chest. The orgasm ripped through him, leaving him trembling and boneless, tears of overwhelm leaking from the corners of his eyes.
Cael didn’t give him time to recover. He moved up Neve’s body, licking the semen from his stomach, his chest, a claiming, cleaning gesture that made Neve whimper. Then Cael settled between his legs again. He spat on his finger.
"This will hurt," he said, and there was no apology in it, only fact.
One slick finger pressed against Neve’s oversensitive, wet entrance and pushed in. The burn was back, a stretching, foreign feeling. Neve bit his lip, his tail lashing. A second finger joined the first, scissoring, stretching him wider. It burned, but the pain was already blurring, mixed with the ghost-echoes of the pleasure Cael’s tongue had wrought.
"Please," Neve begged again, mindless.
"Please, what?"
"I don’t know... just..."
’This stupid leopard! Is this his true colours? Has he been sex starved?’
Cael crooked his fingers, searching, and found that same devastating spot deep inside. Neve yelped, his whole body bowing off the ground. "There," Cael purred, rubbing it relentlessly until Neve was a writhing, begging mess again, half-hard once more despite his recent climax.
Cael withdrew his fingers. He positioned himself, the broad, slick head of his cock pressing against Neve’s entrance. He looked into Neve’s wide, terrified eyes.
"Look at me," Cael commanded. "If it hurts, tell me."
Neve couldn’t look away. Cael pushed forward.
The pain was breathtaking. It was a splitting, tearing, all-consuming fire. Neve screamed, a raw, ragged sound. Cael didn’t stop even though. He pushed in steadily, until his hips were flush against Neve’s ass, until he was buried to the hilt. Neve felt impossibly full, stretched to his absolute limit. He panted, tears streaming down his temples into his hair.
Cael leaned down, licking the tears from Neve’s face. "Breathe, Neve. Just breathe."
He began to move. Withdrawing almost completely, then surging back in. The pain began to recede on the outgoing strokes, only to return on the thrusts, but each time it returned, it was tempered by that shocking, internal brush against his prostate. Pleasure and pain braided together, tightening a coil low in Neve’s belly.
Cael’s pace was relentless. The cave filled with the sound of skin slapping, ragged breaths, and Neve’s continuous, broken sounds. Cael’s claws were out, just slightly, scoring faint red lines down Neve’s thighs as he held him open, claiming him in every way possible.
"You feel...," Cael grunted, his own composure fraying. "So tight. So hot. Your body is taking me so well, Neve."
His hand wrapped around Neve’s neglected cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. It was too much. The dual sensations, the overwhelming presence of Cael inside and around him, broke Neve completely. He came a second time, screaming Cael’s name as his vision whited out, his release spilling over Cael’s fist and his own stomach.
The violent clenching of Neve’s body around him tipped Cael over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he stilled, roaring as he emptied himself inside Neve, filling him with a heat that felt like a brand.
He collapsed on top of him for a moment, both of them slick with sweat and spent, breathing in ragged unison. Then Cael pulled out slowly, and Neve whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and used and profoundly changed.
He thought it was over. He was drifting, consciousness fading at the edges from the sheer physical and emotional onslaught.
But Cael wasn’t done. He gathered Neve’s limp body in his arms, turning him onto his side, curling around him from behind. Neve felt him hard again, pressing against his sore backside.
"No more," Neve slurred, exhausted. "I can’t."
"One more time," Cael murmured into his hair, his voice thick with a tenderness that hadn’t been there before. "It’s going to be the last time. For the bond."
He pushed inside again. Neve was so loose, so sensitised, that this time there was no pain, only a deep, full, overwhelming sensation. Cael moved slowly, his arms wrapped tightly around Neve’s chest, holding him close.
As Cael’s thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, he nuzzled against the junction of Neve’s neck and shoulder. His breath was hot.
"This will bind you to me," Cael whispered, his voice vibrating against Neve’s skin. "Forever. Do you understand, Neve?"
Neve, beyond words, beyond thought, managed a tiny nod.
’It can finally end...’
Cael’s teeth grazed his skin—sharp, predatory canines. Then, as Cael’s rhythm stuttered and he spilt inside Neve once more with a shuddering groan, he bit down.
The pain was sharp, piercing through the haze of pleasure. At the same moment, a searing heat bloomed around Neve’s left wrist, like a band of fire being forged around the bone. He gasped, looking down. It was similar to the one he has around his neck.
In the dark, a soft, golden light emanated from his wrist. As the light faded, a mark remained. The mating bond.
The last of his strength left him. His eyes fluttered shut, the sight of the bond mark imprinted on his fading vision. His body went completely lax in Cael’s arms.
Cael held him as unconsciousness claimed him, licking gently at the bite mark on his neck to clean it, a low, continuous purr rumbling in his chest, like a sound of ultimate satisfaction and possession.
He looked at the bond mark on Neve’s wrist, then at his own, where an identical mark had begun to glow. He pulled the shirt over him, sheltering his mate from the cold, and finally allowed himself to rest, the strange, new, and irrevocable bond settling into place between them.