River grabbed the nipple clamps, a leather chain connecting them. River had avoided silver or any metals just in case; he didn’t know anything about werewolves except one continued to pester him, so he erred on the side of caution. Myth or truth, he didn’t feel like dealing with a sick wolf. He rolled the dusky-colored nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling on the nub until it was exactly how River needed it to be: hard and sensitive. Vygus moaned as River clamped down on his nipple and did the same to the other one.
River tugged on the leather strap, and Vygus let out a whimper as his body tried to follow to ease the pressure. River let the leather strap unwind from his hand and wrapped his fingers around Vygus’s cock. Precome glistened on the crown, and River smeared it around with the pad of his thumb. Vygus moaned as his body shook slightly. River stroked Vygus’s cock lightly, his grip no more than a feather-like touch.
Vygus growled in frustration, his green eyes glowing with its supernatural effect, reminding River that he was the bottom of the food chain. No matter how Vygus kneeled to him, River was a human who could be ripped to shreds by the other man’s claws. River stepped away from Vygus. He moved with purpose, those green eyes that stared at him as if he was a piece of meat watching him.
River let out a controlled breath.
“Growl again and I will leave,” River said.
Vygus clamped his lips together, hiding his too-sharp teeth. “I can’t he—”
“I don’t care,” River interrupted.
Vygus stretched his neck and cast his glowing eyes down. “Yes, Master.”
River grabbed another toy from the spread he’d placed on the table. He made his way back over to Vygus, one hand holding Vygus’s cock and the other slipping the hood of the dual-cockhead glans vibrator onto the crown of Vygus’s dick. There was a small opening just big enough to clear the way for when Vygus came. The dark leather matched the rest of Vygus’s ensemble. It was uniform; nothing stuck out of place as River took a step back and admired all the pieces he’d put together.
River picked up the leash and tugged it. Vygus leaned forward until he was on his hands and knees. River twirled his finger in a circular motion, telling Vygus to turn around. Vygus presented his ass. River dropped the leash once more and went back to the toys at hand. The black prostate massager was the perfect addition. River had no previous experience with intimacy, but between the werewolf and the vampire, things were waking up in ways he never knew existed. River eyed Vygus’s ass, the perfectly muscled tan globes, as hot and needy desire coursed through him, and River rocked back on his heels. He did this because it was his way of adapting to the situation, right?
Vygus’s head shot up, and he glanced over at River, his gaze capturing River in that very moment. River pushed back the small trickle of fear that came from his discovery. He pushed it down deep, burying it in the darkest part of his mind only to be looked at another time when he wasn’t standing in front of a predator who could smell his fear. Vygus tilted his head to the side, studying River, and sat up on his knees.
“Stay where you’re at, and lower your chest to the table,” River said.
Vygus looked as if he wasn’t going to listen. His nostrils flared. Vygus exhaled, and there was a small tilt to his lips as he did as River instructed.
River closed his eyes to the sight in front of him only for a second. He just needed one moment to blanket himself in calmness. River opened his eyes and went back to Vygus. He flipped open the cap of the lube and squirted just enough on the prostate massager. He set it to the side before he circled his finger lightly against the puckered flesh of Vygus’s entrance.
Vygus shivered as his hips wiggled a little, as if asking for River to give him more. River didn’t hesitate pushing his finger into the hot cavern that was Vygus. River moved with purpose; he’d watched enough videos about anal sex to know exactly what he was doing. River’s own cock pressed uncomfortably in his jeans as he kept stretching Vygus. River added another finger and then another, three fingers deep in Vygus, and the werewolf thrust his hips back to meet River’s fingers with fevered intent. River let him, enamored by the way Vygus seemed to lose himself in River’s touch. It was enough to make River feel things, foreign things that he had no desire to ever feel.
River withdrew his fingers, and Vygus cried out as his body continued to rock back in search of River, but he’d already taken a step back. Nearly losing control of himself, he almost gave in to the demands of his body. River suppressed the shudder his body threatened to let loose and grabbed the massager once more. He pushed it inside of Vygus. The lube helped it glide inside with ease.
Vygus groaned, his body relaxing.
Stupid wolf. River could feel the smile tug on his lips, and it was strangely different than any of his fake smiles. River pressed the button to turn on the massager, and Vygus yelped in surprise before it tapered off into a heady moan.
“If you can keep yourself from coming for five minutes, then we will keep going, but if you come before the time is up, it’s over. You take me back to the dorms, and you will have to wait till your next appointment,” River said.
Vygus moaned as his hips moved around, trying to dislodge the prostate massager, but River’s hand kept it steady, pressed firmly up against Vygus’s prostate.
Vygus shook his head. His mouth opened and closed against the table a few times, his pupils blown.
“The timer won’t start until you agree,” River said nonchalantly.
Vygus groaned as he closed his eyes, his body trembling. And to think River hadn’t done everything yet. It was just the prostate massager. For a brief second, River thought about not doing everything he planned just so that Vygus did last, but just as quick as the thought had occurred, River banished it.
“Ye—e—okay,” Vygus forced out through tight lips.
River felt the smile on his face again just as Vygus opened his eyes. The shocked look that crossed Vygus’s face was fleeting as River turned on the double vibrator that was on the tip of Vygus’s cock.
Vygus let out a loud moan that echoed in the otherwise quiet mansion. Claws scratched at the table, and River glanced at his watch at the start of the time. He had five minutes to make Vygus come. River uncapped the other lube. A minty fragrance wafted from it, and he knew Vygus could smell it as well with his heightened scenes. Either he was too far gone or he didn’t care enough to pay attention to it.
With one of his hands busy, River squeezed out the lube onto Vygus letting it drip down Vygus’s muscled ass. River applied the warming lube to his taint and balls. It took only a few seconds for it to really take effect. River watched as Vygus’s body went from moving a little to downright going insane. To River’s surprise, Vygus didn’t move from the position once, but his hips swiveled and he ground his leaking cock against the wooden table.
“Three minutes to go,” River said.
Saliva dripped from Vygus’s mouth as he continued to moan out loud.
“Please, Master, I can’t last much longer, please,” Vygus begged.
The words should have no effect on River, none whatsoever, yet his cock jumped at hearing Vygus beg. He wanted to do more to the wolf. He wanted to hear the sweet pleas from Vygus’s mouth.
River raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack against Vygus’s round ass. The sting of pain in his hand was a dual sensation compared to the way heat pulled in his body from hearing Vygus howl out a moan, only for the wolf to lift his ass as if begging for more. Something snapped in River, and he lost the control he thought he had mastered. It was no longer an act—he couldn’t delude himself any longer. River continued to bring his hand down on the red cheek. It didn’t escape his notice that the red only lasted mere seconds before disappearing. It only made River want to smack Vygus’s ass harder.