Sold for the Night by Ki Brightly

8

Mark

Cam’s breathwas hot against my skin as he nuzzled his nose under my ear, sending tickles to shiver out along my skin. I relaxed into his hold at the pleasant sensation, but then he settled his teeth against my throat. He teased a bite but didn’t do it. My breath caught.

“Grrr….”

The sound was fucking feral, not exactly canine but closer to a nightmare monster, and loud in my ear. The darkness hemmed me in and stole away everything except this moment in time and Camden’s strong body pressed against mine. I closed my eyes so hard in anticipation that lights sparked in the inky blackness, and I could barely drag in a breath. All the hair on my body stood on end as he clamped his teeth down.

Pain arced through me—more blinding than a lightning strike—and I bowed against him as my cock throbbed where it was pressed to his abdomen. The need to come spiked harshly through my stomach. His teeth sank deeper into my muscle and a stab of agony blazed through me. I thought for sure he would break through and my blood would fill his mouth like he was a fucking vampire, but when he loosened his jaw, I could tell he hadn’t punctured the skin. The relief was almost worse than the torture and I tried to lean away as he pressed harsh kisses over the spot, causing it to sting and ache.

He hefted me higher against the wall and his cock felt massive where it nudged against my ass. I squeezed my thighs around him, mewling an embarrassing sound into the space between us as another sharp burst of excitement danced on my cockhead. He adjusted his hold on me, and I felt the prickle of those amazing fucking claws he’d slipped on before he cut the lights as he adjusted his grip on me and dug them against my asscheeks. How was this real? How was it even fucking happening? He nipped at my earlobe. I cried out, writhing at the harsh throb that settled into the root of my cock, not certain what I’d like him to do, but it sure as hell wasn’t fucking stop—like any sane person should want.

Camden pressed me firmly against the wall, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and my arms around his neck. He let out a pleased rumble deep in his throat that had me trying to rock myself against him for any friction I could find. I wasn’t prepared when he grabbed both sides of the front of my shirt and yanked. The sound of buttons smacking off the floor and scattering to who the fuck knew where was loud in the silent room. I whimpered, wishing I could have seen his arms flex as he’d done that. I’d barely been deprived of the sight of him, and I was hungry for it already.

“You ruined it. Holy….” I fumbled a hand down to tug the wrecked shirt open wider. “Fuck yes.”

He dragged his clawed thumbs softly up my chest and swirled them around my nipples. The maddening tease of the cool claws had me ready to go out of my mind, but then he ducked his head and kissed along my pec to my right nipple. His mouth was tempting fire, and I sank into the gentle suction that had my muscles unclenching. Pushing myself against his lips made him rumble appreciatively and suck harder. My cock swelled until getting relief was all I could think about.

Whimpering and levering myself up a bit more so I could grind harder against his abs, I almost felt like I was climbing him.

My mind shut down as he sank his teeth into my nipple. My muscles twitched like I was being electrocuted. Pleasure and pain fused together in my middle, morphing into a glorious feeling that was so terrible I couldn’t name it. I would have fallen without him shoving me harder against the wall. Fumbling in the dark, I sank my fingers into his short hair and tried to yank him off my nip, but he only tugged on my nub and growled. Tears burned down my cheeks. He flicked his tongue over the tip of my nipple. My gut clenched at the horrific goodness.

“Cam, it hurts! Hurts! Fuck.” He slid his clawed hands down to my ass and kneaded my muscles. “You’ll rip me open with your claws,” I squeaked, not really thinking.

He laughed and finally let go of my nip. The flood of blood into the abused area had my chest throbbing in time with my on-fire cock. I wanted everything so badly I couldn’t even think with words. I just fucking needed him—somehow. I shoved and fought because I couldn’t get what I wanted this way.

“Too many clothes,” I mumbled over and over again until I managed to knock myself out of his grip and drop my feet to the floor. High in the far-right corner of the room near the couch, a red light blazed on, and I glanced over to find Camden’s fingers on a switch. Danger gleamed in his eyes as he licked his lips and stared down at me. I scrambled from between him and the wall to get away. I didn’t make it very far, only a few steps, before Camden wrapped his arms around my middle and dragged me down. He kept me from smashing my face on the floor with a hand that cradled my cheek, but my knees ached, and the breath was knocked out of me on impact. The boards chilled my belly, which he’d been keeping warm, and sent shivers skittering through me. He was a muscled furnace against my back. My trembling grew stronger as the nipple he’d chomped scraped against the cool floor. My cock loved it, and I bit my lip until I tasted the tang of blood. My body was overwhelmed by sensations, and I was so hard.

“What if I don’t want to be your mate?” I asked as the random thought skittered through my brain.

Camden growled low in his throat, and I had to laugh as he grabbed my belt and yanked me back until I was firmly under his body. My muscles were hot with adrenaline, blood pumping, and even my cock dragging across the floor felt as good as it did terrible. I’d never had sex like this—even crazier than what we’d done in the bathroom—and I already felt buzzed without a single drop of jizz spilling.

Claws grazed my neck as Cam roughly held me down until my face mashed against the floor as he stripped my suit coat from me, which he promptly tossed. He ground his cock against my ass as he worked, almost like he was telling me I didn’t get a choice and soon I’d be getting fucked.

Excitement twisted in my gut so sharply I whined and pressed back against him—beyond words. He stripped my ruined shirt off next, and I had to move with him or risk losing a fucking arm. When he was done he leaned down, and his warm breath gusted on the nape of my neck. I froze, the memory of what he’d done before stealing my ability to move. He licked the spot he’d marked earlier today, and I clawed at the floor through the tingles of pain. He nuzzled his lips to the bruise and ground hard against my ass. I nodded, pressing back against him, unable to think about anything except how fantastically I’d come with him.

“Please, please. Want you,” I sighed.

Then, he struck. Teeth sank into my flesh. Pain dazzled in a streak through my stomach and my balls felt stuffed with cum. He teased his clothed cock against my ass and pushed me to the floor. There was no escaping any of the sensations. I bucked and shook my head, and he didn’t let go. There were sparks behind my eyelids when he let up and sucked on my skin. I yelled at the odd shift of agony, not quite true hurt, yet sending zaps of pain to my already overworked nerve endings. Tears slid down my face, and I rutted my hard-on against the floor because I had to do something—anything. It was all too much.

Camden thrust against me. “This ass was made for breeding.” The sharp points of his claws dragged down my sides, too hard to be a tickle, yet not enough to hurt. It was an odd in-between prickle that left me gasping and trying to elbow him off me. He repeated the motion and pressed his claws harder. This time I moaned through the sting. He repeated the movement again, and I couldn’t stand it. When I elbowed backward, I aimed to hurt.

So fast my head spun, Camden grasped my hips and turned me over. I was under him on my back, which was scarier in a way. His face was so different in the hellish glow—serious and dangerous—and he didn’t seem to be quite human, even though I knew he couldn’t be anything else.

And he hungered for me.

He took a deep breath at my neck that had goose bumps rippling over my skin and my nipples peaking hard. I moaned at the new pain that sizzled on a direct line for my cock. He sniffed carefully down my front and stopped to flick his tongue over each nipple. I bit my lip and thunked my head off the floor. He snuffled down my body to where my cock was doing its best to escape my pants. I’d never had such an obscene tent sticking out from my front while clothed. Normally someone had to be balls deep in my ass before I was this excited. I ran my trembling fingers through his hair, and he paused, sniffing at my belly button. He nipped at my treasure trail, right above my belt buckle, and for a deranged second I thought he might sink his teeth in and take a real bite.

He kept moving, though, and sniffed at my trapped cock, letting out an irritated, animalistic sound. The muscles at the base of my cock contracted, and as the pleasure kicked through my gut, my cock tried to dance closer to him. He licked at my pants, and it fucking hurt to be stuck in them. I wanted the rest of my clothes off, but I was scared to move and twice as terrified of what he might do with me naked.

He nuzzled along the ridge of my cock, and I broke, pushing up against his face with a whine. Words seemed somehow inappropriate right now, and besides, I couldn’t make myself think. Camden let out a satisfied growl and licked upward, over my belly button and in a straight line until he reached my neck. He used his nose to nudge my chin back, then sucked on my Adam’s apple. His teeth around such a sensitive part of my anatomy had me quivering in terror. My body floated as he clenched harder. I whimpered as he used his claws to scrape over my nipples. Electricity sizzled through my gut and had my nuts drawing up tight. He tongued the lump on my throat like it was a different body part entirely, and I humped up, begging for anything he would give me.

All at once Camden must have come to some decision because he went to his knees and moved until he had his arms under me, hefting.

“Cave Cam likes to sling me around, huh?” I rasped out with a weak chuckle as he hoisted me against his chest and stood. It was scary and disconcerting to have that much power casually displayed. He took me over to the couch—curved with a high end, a dip in the middle, and then a slightly raised foot—which I’d barely registered earlier. I’d never seen anything like it. And then he threw me over the highest arch on my stomach. I “oomphed” out an irritated sound, but he grasped the back of my neck and renewed anguish sizzled through me. I couldn’t do anything except pant and lie still with his hand right there balancing me precariously on the leather furniture.

There was the sound of a drawer opening and closing somewhere to my left, and I strained to turn and look over my shoulder, but I couldn’t see what he was doing.

“Stay still,” he demanded in a low, cold tone that had me freezing and holding my breath. He tugged on my belt, which shifted around my ready-to-pop cock and had me crying out, then did something. The sound of ripping fabric was thunder in the quiet room.

“Is that my fucking pants?” I went to look, and he smacked my ass. My cock bounced and I almost shrieked at the sensation. I was too hard. “Need you. Fuck.”

“I’ll hurt you if you’re not still, and it will be your fault.”

I hung my head, and then cool air tickled my asscheeks. There was a clatter as something was dropped to the floor, and a utility knife spun on the floorboards to my left. I gaped. “You had that near my… my….” I gasped and couldn’t say anything as two claws stroked against my bare ass, far too close to my hole. There was a shriip of cloth giving way. He dipped a claw deep between my cheeks, nearly caressing my hole, and I whimpered. Terror was a band around my chest. Was he so far gone he didn’t realize what he was doing?

“My ass, you can’t… please don’t….”

“You’ll have to trust me not to tear you to shreds,” he said, then snickered. “Trust me to make you howl in a good way.”

The familiar sound of a bottle snicking open behind me registered, and I groaned out my relief. Lube. I’d been worried he might try to jam his oversized cock in my ass with nothing—even if he’d said he would take care of me. He didn’t seem to be thinking much. I shivered. Except about fucking me and owning me. I’m the only thing on his mind. I bit the tip of my tongue.

He loosened his grip on my neck, and I took my chance to try to slide down the couch face-first, because I still wasn’t sure I trusted him to use enough lube right now, and in spite of how fucking much I was enjoying this, it was majorly fucking freaky. Cam let out an unhappy snarl and dragged me back. His claws sank deep in my hips and he drove them farther into my flesh, punishing me.

“You don’t want to be my submissive mate? You want me to conquer you. Fine,” he snapped and shoved forward. My whole world narrowed down to his fat cockhead trying to fight its way into me with too little slick. My hole resisted for a second, and then the burn of the stretch had me crying out and struggling. But like earlier today, I couldn’t say I hated it.

The mixture of pleasure and pain had me shaking my head and gasping and trying to decide if I liked what I felt or not—but my cock knew. It throbbed and ached, needing more. My shaft was trapped. I wanted to touch it, but I couldn’t because of how he had my front hanging over the couch. I braced my hands on the leather and hooked the tops of my feet behind his knees for balance, but that only made me more aware of how tight my balls were and how much I needed to touch myself.

If he was going to fuck me, I wanted to be able to jerk off. I opened my mouth to demand he move me. But then he let loose, drilling brutal and fast, so much harder than he had in the bathroom today. My teeth chattered and my spine ached with the power of his hips battering my ass.

“This is what you get for not submitting to your Alpha,” he said as he brutalized me, but he sounded pretty fucking jazzed about it. He pushed me forward until my ass was angled a little higher, then pistoned faster. The change had me clawing at the leather and screaming. He hammered my prostate and laughed at the sounds I made while I could only hold on and survive the crazy tingles he was twisting up inside me. The thrilling pulse in my cock pounded in time to my heartbeat from the root of my shaft all the way to my cockhead. I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

Camden didn’t relent, didn’t slow, and it was all too much, too fast, and so good that through my sex haze, I was sure I’d be coming soon, with or without a hand on my cock. The couch inched across the floor, and he didn’t stop, just kept pounding me until it rammed the wall. Where the couch battered it, plaster cracked and fell; he didn’t stop.

“Please,” I whimpered and dropped my head, convulsing with the potent tangle of need in my gut and cock. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but it didn’t seem real. The red light had my head all messed up.

He slowed and his fat cockhead dragged over my prostate as he pulled out. The shift had my body clenching. I needed him to finish me. I whined and scrabbled at the couch, trying to fuck myself back on him.

“What, little rabbit? What do you want?” he whispered, grasping my shoulders tightly.

“More, please. More. Fuck, I can’t… more.”

Camden roared an approving sound and fucked me as if a demented demon had possessed him, levering me back against his cock. I couldn’t quite understand what was going on. Then he leaned down and sank his teeth between my shoulder blades. I braced my arms against the leather but couldn’t do anything except live in the pain. I was completely at his mercy. My mouth worked but no sound came out.

He shoved in deep and stopped. I panted and choked on air, squirming. So close. The heat of his spunk was unmistakable as he pulled out just enough that I could feel his cockhead pulsing against my rim with his orgasm, filling me up close to my hole, rather than deep inside. My cock ached and throbbed, and I sobbed, tears choking me, unable to form words.

Camden dropped to the floor behind me and spread my destroyed pants and asscheeks open. Then his mouth was right there at my abused hole. The sensation of his tongue after the pounding blew my mind into outer orbit. I touched stars and whole solar systems for a few out-of-body heartbeats, and then I slammed back to earth as he put his lips on my asshole and sucked. My cock twitched. Slurping noises filled the room, and I shuddered with how fucking filthy it was as he ate his cum out of my hole.

When Cam stood up, I wasn’t ready for anything in my world to change. I was right on the edge of bliss, and his tongue had almost sent me hurling into the abyss. He grabbed my hips and dragged me to the side and down the couch to the dip, almost like I was on a slide. I was knocked off-balance and fell to my elbows as he dropped my knees to the floor, and I ended up facedown in the curve of the couch. He flipped me onto my back—half on, half off the leather—so that my shoulders were supporting me. With a wink he sealed his lips to mine, forcing his cum and some of my earthy musk into my mouth. He held his lips in place until it was clear I had to swallow.

The idea that I was eating what had been in my hole had me shuddering in disgust, but my cock throbbed—so close, so ready to erupt. He roughly spread my legs. The sound of something scattering to the floor registered in my mind only seconds before what felt like half his fucking hand was forced into my asshole.

“What?” I got out before he started ramming me the same frantic way his cock had, while using his other arm to hold my hips in the right position. His teeth were bared in a frightening smile. My hole ached, but the force against my sensitive prostate had my stomach clenching and my body jerking around in his grasp. He twisted his fingers and crooked them inside me—I was stuffed so full I could tell—and it occurred to me he’d dumped the claws, that must’ve been what I’d heard hitting the floor.

Then I couldn’t think at all. He concentrated on stroking over my prostate so hard I was almost worried he’d hurt me. Waves of tension began to build in my groin from deep in the root of my shaft. There was nothing except bliss as a swell of pleasure rolled through me and kept going, unlike anything else I’d ever had. He didn’t stop, not even when I shrieked and begged, just kept pounding until the tsunami hit. My vision whited out for a few seconds and cum squirted from my cock, trapped in my destroyed pants.

“Camden,” I gasped out as he kept going until a tiny, almost painful aftershock rolled through me and my balls tried to spray more cum, but it just wasn’t happening. A tantalizing throbbing trembled around my cockhead and had me trying to squeeze on his fingers. It would be awful, I could tell, but I almost wanted him to keep going.

He chuckled and stopped, flexing his fingers inside me. “Now I’ve taken care of my little rabbit.” He carefully withdrew from my asshole, and I stared in a daze at the ceiling. My body floated, and I reached up my hand, convinced I could touch the ceiling if I tried.

“Oh, I’ll have to stay out of this poor little hole until morning, at least,” he said as he spread my asscheeks open. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to be awkward about the frank inspection he gave me. When he leaned forward to press a kiss to my hole, the pressure was electric. I felt used and abused and loved it. I plucked at the zipper on my suit pants.

“Ruined.”

He laughed and unbuckled my belt. My shoes and socks came off next. I was happy when my pants and damp, sticky boxers were slid from my legs and tossed. Cam sniffed along my thighs, and I planted my bare feet on the cool floor, ass still hanging off the couch.

His breath tickled, and I smiled as he nosed along my sleepy dick. He lapped at my flesh, and I moaned, tried to scoot away because it was too much, but he grabbed my hips and gave me a warning growl. He still had the claws on his left hand. I stayed still as he tasted and sucked until he was satisfied—and my cum was gone. He rolled me, and I tried to scrabble away because I was fairly sure I couldn’t take it if he did what I thought he might, but he smacked my ass hard, and I stopped. He almost seemed angry as he roughly parted my legs, and I glanced over my shoulder with tears in my eyes. I didn’t want him to be mad at me right now.

He sniffed at my ass, licking it. I bit my lip as he snuffled along my crack, and then I dropped my forehead to the leather as he let go of my legs after giving them a painful squeeze, telling me to leave them there without words. He spread my asscheeks and began to lick from my balls up to my hole. When he reached my asshole, he swirled around it with his tongue and I moaned, shuddering. Then he delved into me and fucked his tongue as deep as he could. He stayed there for a while, cleaning me out, and the warm heat tingled and relaxed me and felt fucking amazing. It was awful, too, because there was just nothing left in my fucking balls.

I’d given him everything I had.

By the time he was done I was panting and hard again, and uncertain if I liked it or not. Camden stroked my cock from behind, and I let out a real sob as a tear slid down my face.

“Oh, I fucking love this. You should want your Alpha. I own you.” He leaned down and sucked on the back of my right thigh until it ached. My cock pulsed in delight, and he toyed his thumb over my cockhead. I shook my head, could barely stand it.

“Don’t. Please. Stop.”

He didn’t. In fact, he swirled his finger over the bell of my cock harder. “Should I worry about you running off? Or do you submit for the night?” He laid a sweet kiss at the base of my spine. “Should you get to sleep with me?”

The idea of being sent away from him hit me wrong, and I swiped at the hot tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. “Um.” I swallowed hard and glanced over my shoulder at him. What did Camden want? I didn’t like the thought that maybe he would be happier if I wasn’t here, after all we’d done together. But we didn’t know each other. Not really. I struggled with what I should say, and he stared at me. His jaw hardened. “I-I’ll be yours tonight.” I sat up, turned, and snuggled in against his solid chest with a groan. A giant bruise had replaced my body.

“Let me take care of you. Was I too rough?”

“Just the right amount,” I whispered while my cheeks burned. I hurt, but not in a way I hated.

“Good. Next time we can really let go.”

Sitting back so I could check to see if he was serious, I couldn’t find even a hint of a smile. My stomach dropped and my cock tingled. Cheese and fucking crackers, what was wrong with me? Add one buff construction worker and some pain and apparently I turned into a pile of putty. “This wasn’t letting go?”

Camden only snorted and slipped his arms under me to carry me to his bed like it was nothing. I’d never had a chance at outmuscling him once he’d caught me. I shuddered. He got us into his room and set me on the end of the bed with a concerned frown. I tried to smile, but my exhaustion made it difficult. He studied me carefully while he turned back the blankets. I just flopped where he’d put me, and he scooped me up to rest my head on the pillows. The cool sheets covered me next. It was sheer bliss.

“My clothes.”

“I’ll replace them.”

My tongue didn’t want to make words, and I blinked at him. “No, work. In the morning. Gotta be there. Took too many days off with….”

Camden went around and got into the other side of the bed. After some slight rearranging, I had my head on his bare chest. The curls on his pecs were springy and I ran my fingers through them. “Shh. I have to be at work early. We’ll get you fixed up.”

My vision went blurry, and the back of my throat felt stuffed. “I think I liked this.”

Camden cuddled me closer. “Good.”

Time slid by, and I blinked. Maybe I’d been asleep. I couldn’t tell. “It’s brutal, and I hurt all over. What’s wrong with me?”

His chest rose and fell sharply. “What part did you like about it?” He slid his fingers through my hair.

“You wanted me. I… you wouldn’t have gone off to chase someone else. Only me. Right?” I whispered.

Camden brushed his lips to mine and lingered over the soft touch. “You’re right.”

Adrift in the emotions of being small and weak, I sniffled some more. “Why do I feel so—” I pressed my face against his chest and shook my head.

He grunted. “You’re new to being prey. It’s fun but stressful. Let all those responses out. They’re natural. This is about being yourself. Loving yourself. Letting someone else love the rawest, most basic piece of you.”

Hysterical laughter bubbled out of me. “You don’t seem to mind causing the stress.”

He chuckled. “Well, yeah.”

My mind whirled with too much to think about, and I dropped onto his chest again. He rested his chin on the top of my head.

Where was this all going? Camden didn’t say anything. The rise and fall of his chest evened out. I peeked up to check, and he’d drifted to sleep with the lamp still on, bathing the room in a soft, safe golden glow.

My mind wouldn’t stop chugging along.

Everything that had happened today whirled around at a dizzying speed, so that I found myself getting angry and then excited and then overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, all in a matter of minutes. I didn’t feel like myself. Definitely didn’t feel okay. My stomach was queasy, and I wondered if it was the beer, which I almost never drank. I snuck out from between his arms and the blankets and stood there looking at Camden. He grumbled and dragged a pillow against his chest.

Not able to endure the thought of trying to sleep, I went to the nearby dresser and opened drawers until I found a pair of shorts I could wear, if I drew the drawstring in the whole way, and a simple black T-shirt. I went back to the sex room, which he thankfully hadn’t locked back up, and slipped on my shoes, taking my phone, keys, and wallet out of my useless pants. Then I turned off the red light and finished my getaway, right out through the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door. My heart tried to beat out of my chest.

I’d told him I’d stay, but I really couldn’t.

When I stepped out of an Uber at my car, I was still wide-awake. My body was buzzing with adrenaline as I nearly fell through my front door. Sometime around 5:00 a.m. I showered and dressed for work, in spite of the fact I hadn’t slept a wink. The last time I’d felt this fucking weird, Ross was headed to prison. Later I stood in the window of Vane’s office at city hall and watched the sun rise over New Gothenburg—pretty as a postcard. In fact, maybe I should commission some for the city, to hand out at events.

No, not even dreaming up more work for myself would make me feel normal. I was broken. New. Different. I wasn’t sure if my transformation from Mark, the personal assistant to the mayor, to Mark, Camden’s prey, was good or bad. It would have been nice to wake up with him this morning, but all that we’d done had been so wild. Was that type of passion even sustainable? It was one thing when a boring guy, who wasn’t much better in bed than jerking off alone, left me, but what would happen when I lost… something so fucking incredible?

Resting my forehead against the glass, I sighed. It wasn’t fair to Camden to pull the plug on this because I was worried it couldn’t go right. If he tracked me down again, I’d go with him. Even though this relationship we’d started was odd and a little scary, I’d never felt like I was so much the focus of anyone’s attention.

It was intoxicating, and I wanted more.

But first I had to get through today. I let out a soul-deep sigh and went to my desk. The chair squeaked as I flopped into it and opened my laptop. I sucked in a breath as my body twinged at the jolt. One thing was for sure, work would always be here, if nothing else.