He drifts away with the combined pleasure and pain of it all, devoured by his Dominant.

The plug is removed, his legs are spread, and Liam growls and clamps down on his shoulder as he shoves back home. Daniel cries out at the invasion, then does nothing but breathe and feel, concentrating on staying conscious, on not letting the weakness carry him away completely. He wants to feel everything. His Daddy losing control, slamming his cock into Daniel’s sore hole. The beginning bulge of his knot. How much Daniel wants to squirm and whimper.

And then he’s knotted again, his body pulsing and straining as Liam’s knot locks inside of him, come filling him up, hot and thick.

When Daniel comes back to himself, it might be a lot later. He’s lying on top of Liam’s chest and he has no idea how he got there. He manages to lift his head and rub his cheek against his Daddy’s chest. “Was I good?”

It’s still difficult to move. He's so weak and needy.

“Understatement. My good, perfect boy,” Liam says and slides his hand down to Daniel’s ass, gripping one cheek firmly in his hand, then hauling him tight against him. His fingers brush over the stinging teeth marks, and Daniel’s body instantly translates the sting to a buzzing pleasure.

“I loved that,” he mumbles.

“Good. You’re delicious. I could spend hours biting you all over and breeding you up.”

“I’d let you. I’ve heard submissives talk about spanking or… or a belt… or things, but biting is perfect.”

“I’m shocked. Who’d have guessed a young man with a prey designation would love being bitten?” he jokes.

It’s odd that Liam would describe him as a young man. Is he young? Sure, he’s only twenty-four, but he feels ancient.

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-four.”

“I like that.” It feels right. His Dominant should be older than him, experienced and knowledgeable.

He closes his eyes and enjoys the heat of Liam’s body beneath his. He’s going to enjoy it for as long as he can.

14

Daniel has no idea how much time passes. He’s fed. He’s put into a bath and lifted out again. Another plug is put inside him.

It’s dark. He’s fed again. In the middle of the night he wakes up with the weakness already rolling through his body, his Daddy behind him, teeth grazing over the flesh of Daniel’s neck.

“I’m dripping,” Daniel finally whispers, worried.

“I know, you’re so wet, baby. That’s not just my seed but you. You’re all wet for your Dominant, aren’t you? Do you need Daddy again? Need me like I need you?”

It’s the middle of the night. They’re safe. They’re alone. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever said.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”