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of his shaft. He looked to see the thick gold band encircling the base of his cock. Vanlyn
stared at Dane in wordless confusion, his brow creasing.
Vanlyn was distracted when Dane bit him on the inside of his thigh and soothed the
sore area with his tongue as he d done with Vanlyn s nipple.
Dane climbed off the bed again and, after a brief examination of the box, chose the
whip once more. He looked at Vanlyn with a dangerous glint in his eyes. For a brief
moment, the sight of the whip and the intensity of Dane s gaze cooled his ardor. Dane?
Vanlyn. Dane smiled slightly. What is this look? Dane shook his head, his
expression bemused. He ran the whip across Vanlyn s neck and down his torso, finally
stroking his cock and balls with the supple leather. Like a lamb being led to the
slaughter.
Was that how he looked to Dane? There was a thrill of terror in his stomach, but at
the same time, the thought of the leather striking his flesh set his heart to racing. He was
ashamed of his feelings. His eyes downcast, Vanlyn whispered, Please don t hurt me.
Vanlyn. There was a command in Dane s voice. Look at me. It was a few
moments before Vanlyn could gather enough courage to raise his eyes to meet Dane s.
You know I would never hurt you, don t you?
Vanlyn moistened his lips and nodded. It was all he could manage. What would he
do if I tell him of these wanton feelings? Of course, he knew how Dane would react.
Dane gently grasped him by the chin and turned Vanlyn s face up to his. Dane ran
his tongue along Vanlyn s lower lip, and he couldn t stop the helpless moan he uttered.
Dane followed the initial contact by pulling it into his mouth, sucking gently before
demanding entrance, his tongue caressing in Vanlyn s mouth but only for a brief
moment. It was like refusing a man dying of thirst when Dane pulled away.
Do you want this? Dane muttered the words against Vanlyn s mouth while using
the whip to stroke his genitals and the insides of his thighs.
Yes, I want it, gods and fiends. My whole body aches for it.
Again, all Vanlyn could manage was a nod.
Dane stepped away to move behind him again. Dane leaned forward, his breath hot
on Vanlyn s ear. The whip pressed against Vanlyn s throat. He swallowed involuntarily.
There is nothing to be ashamed of.
The first strike, the crack of the leather meeting his flesh, wrenched a cry from
Vanlyn s throat as his back arched. His chest heaved as the air left his lungs in rapid
breaths. The second hit came without warning. Vanlyn s hands pulled the straps taut, his
hands grasping in desperation onto leather, needing something solid to convince him he
was still in the real world and that this wasn t some surreal dream fabricated by his own
mind.
There was a third and a fourth, and with each, the sound of leather on him. The sting
of it on now tender flesh brought him closer to completion.
More, Vanlyn pleaded, and the whip came down again. He was close now, his
balls so painfully tight, and his cock red as the blood filled it. Vanlyn knew Dane had cast
a spell, and the ring was the catalyst. Dane was in control, even of his release.
It was a few moments before Vanlyn could collect his wits enough to see that Dane
was no longer nearby. He could hear the man moving around and heard a familiar sound
of metal striking glass, but Vanlyn couldn t twist far enough around to see him. When
Dane finally came within his sight again he was holding a bottle of wine and two goblets.
Pouring some of the golden wine in each glass, Dane set one on the nightstand and
brought the other over to where Vanlyn stood. Drink, he said. I know you must be
thirsty. Dane tipped the goblet to Vanlyn s lips.
The cool liquid relieved the dryness in Vanlyn s throat. Some trickled down his chin
and onto his chest. Dane s tongue caught the errant drops.
When the goblet was empty, Dane set it aside and crawled on the bed, kneeling
before Vanlyn, his hand fisting in Vanlyn s hair. The kiss was not gentle as before. Dane
ground his hips against him, re-awakening his desire, his cock swelling to a painful
erection within the ring.
Dane, Vanlyn gasped out as Dane broke the kiss.
Dane turned, crawled to the head of the bed, and sat, stretching out his muscular legs,
his back against the headboard. He lifted his own goblet of wine and took a sip. His face
was expressionless.
Dane? Vanlyn s whole body craved release. He was right on the precipice, that
moment between agony and ecstasy. He trembled with the need of it, and it seemed Dane
planned to refuse him.
Dane. Vanlyn couldn t hide the entreaty in his voice.
Yes?
Vanlyn s breathing was painful in his chest. His throat had gone dry again Dane,
please.
Dane lifted the cup to his lips and drank. Please, what?
Vanlyn lowered his eyes. He couldn t give what Dane was asking for. His complete
surrender had been Dane s vow.
Please, Vanlyn said. Fuck me.
What did you say?
Vanlyn met his gaze with defiance. Fuck me.
Dane set the goblet down and swung his legs over the opposite side of the bed. He
stood, stretched like a languid cat. His calm demeanor was contrary to the look of animal
hunger in his eyes. His cock was huge, and even though Vanlyn had seen him before and
Dane had been inside him, Vanlyn was certain he would not be able to accept its length.
Dane made a slow half-circling of Vanlyn s captive body. From the box Dane chose
and opened a second jar and smeared the salve thickly over his cock. When he moved
behind Vanlyn, again Dane removed the rod, allowing Vanlyn s muscles to relax
Vanlyn. Dane rested one knee on the bed, and his arms encircled Vanlyn from
behind in a possessive embrace. He gently nuzzled the nape of Vanlyn s neck. My
lamb.
He felt the head of Dane s shaft press against his opening and despite being anxious
to have Dane inside of him, he felt his muscles tense against the intrusion. As always,
Dane was relentless. Vanlyn pushed against Dane s incursion until he was fully inside
him.
Dane, I want you so much. Please&
Anything, love.
Dane pulled completely out of him, his calloused hands gripping Vanlyn s waist for
support and plunged into him to the root, ripping a cry free from Vanlyn s lips. Dane
pulled out again, thrust in deep, and began a rhythm of it as he worked his cock around in
Vanlyn who would swear he felt Dane s shaft swelling within him, stretching to a
monstrous proportion. The hand that gripped him extended, claws pressed into his flesh,
and it came to Vanlyn what was happening. Dane was shifting, becoming that beast as his
ardor took complete hold of him.
Vanlyn was terrified for a few heartbeats. What would Dane do to him? Even as
these thoughts occurred, Vanlyn found himself meeting Dane s rhythmic thrusting,
wantonly encouraging the beast to devour him.
Dane grabbed Vanlyn s shaft in one huge hand, fisting him hungrily until Vanlyn s
felt the inevitable explosion building. Dane seemed to sense it too. As he dragged
Vanlyn s hips to him, building the power behind his thrusts, Vanlyn s body arched
violently once as his seed erupted, and he screamed with each release. His essence
splashed across Dane s hand and in white ribbons on the coverlet.
Dane followed him, the animalistic howl sending a thrill of fear through him. It was
the cry of a beast. Dane s hot seed filled him, and the wind from the beating of wings
cooled the moisture on Vanlyn s skin.
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