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  I watched in amazement as my already swollen lips turned bright pink and my pussy flowered open before my eyes. It was wet and ripe, and looked ready for the taking. I was about to ask Oliver if he saw it too, when in one swift motion, he spun me around and lifted me so that I was sitting on the bathroom counter, clearly indicating he had.

  His eyes flickered back and forth between my swollen lips and the markings that seemed to be moving faster and faster. Finally, he looked up at me and opened his mouth, revealing his glistening fangs. At first I thought he was going to bite me, and when he leaned in closer it seemed inevitable, but he didn’t. Instead he whispered, though it sounded like he was in pain, “Stay still.”

  Without warning, he thrust into me, causing me to scream out in agony, not only from the size of his extraordinarily engorged cock, but from the faucet that was now stabbing me in the lower back.

  I wanted to move, to claw at his back at least, but he’d ordered me to stay still, and something about the way he’d said it and the look in his eyes at the time, told me he was serious.

  He took me hard and fast. There was no lovemaking involved; he was fucking me like an animal. When finally he stilled, I felt his come flow into my body as his cock twitched, once, twice, three times, and continued. It must have twitched nearly a dozen times, making me curious as to how much come was now in my pussy. I didn’t have to wonder for long because when he finally did pull out, some of his creamy white essence followed.

  As he pulled back, I noticed he staggered slightly. I’d never seen him tired before, but in that moment he looked exhausted. “Oliver?” I asked in concern. He didn’t respond; his eyes never left my pussy, where his come still flowed slowly from the opening, traveling across my asshole before dripping on the floor. “Master?” I called, trying again.

  When he didn’t answer, I started to sit up so I could get down from the counter. “Stay still!” he roared, thrusting himself back inside of me, pinning me in place. His fangs were displayed prominently, and once again I thought he was going to bite me.

  “We need sunlight!” I didn’t respond, and I didn’t move other than wrapping my legs more tightly around him as he lifted me off of the counter. Without another word, he carried me toward the living room and out onto the patio. He removed me from his cock and lay me on a chaise lounge. It was the middle of the afternoon, and although the penthouse was in a very tall building and the patio faced Lake Michigan, it was nowhere near the tallest building in Chicago. There were dozens of windows I could see from my current location.

  I started to raise my arms to cover my nudity but Oliver was faster, grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head while he moved my thighs apart with his legs.

  He growled, “I said stay still!” He thrust into me again, picking up his pace from earlier. The only adjustment he made was moving my wrists to one of his hands, freeing up the other to hold my hip still. Each time the mark would move to where his thumb was, I would feel a jolt of electricity surge through my body, usually causing me to orgasm. Oliver was either oblivious to my raptures or indifferent, because even as I was at the peak of my climax, he didn’t slow for a moment. His pace was relentless, and although my mind screamed for me to wriggle free, my body seemed to understand his command to stay perfectly still.

  He stared at the place our bodies joined as I felt him pump me full of his come. It no longer felt cold to me, but I could feel it shooting into my body in thick streams. Again his cock pulsed repeatedly, and I wondered how much semen was actually in my body at that point. What I did know was that I felt great. I knew I must be absorbing it and becoming more like Oliver, because not only were the markings appearing, but I felt strong, could hear very well, and the sun, which was still shining on my face and legs, felt incredible.

  Oliver pulled out of me and stared down at my pussy. I could feel that it was even more swollen than before, and the markings danced around faster and faster. I couldn’t see my own body, but I could see his eyes as they followed the patterns, only darting occasionally to my pussy and the wetness that I could still feel dripping from my center.

  When he released my wrists, I thought perhaps he was about to let me up, but less than a second later he was holding both of my ankles and had them on his shoulders. The new position had me nearly upside down.

  I let out a strangled cry as he thrust hard into my bruised pussy. The way he had my body allowed for even greater depth, and although he’d come several times now, his cock felt thicker and longer than ever. As I looked between us at the marks dancing rapidly across my abdomen, I could see the outline of his cock pushing the skin under my belly button outward with each thrust. “Oliver…Master…please!” I was begging for mercy, yet deep down I didn’t want him to stop.

  My plea seemed to break his trance, and for a moment he looked up at me, though he continued thrusting. “I’m sorry, Baby. Please stay still. I don’t want to hurt you.” He moved his tongue across his fangs, but instead of frightening me, his motion made my body go limp as if involuntarily complying with his request to stay still.

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the marks moving across my skin. When I allowed myself to feel, I noticed that the same humming sensation coming from the surface of my body was also coming from deep inside. I felt the tip of his cock massage my cervix with each thrust, but it was more than that; it was as if my entire core was buzzing with electricity.

  The only way I could judge time was the movement of the sun, which dropped lower and lower on the horizon. After it had set but while the sky was still brilliant shades of pink and orange, he once again filled me with his come.

  Releasing my legs, he withdrew from my body. The liquid no longer trickled from my center but poured out. He continued to stare at the place we’d been joined, though he looked even more tired than I felt. The entire time we’d been together tonight, it had been like the two of us had been acting on instinct, driven by the marks on my body. Not knowing how much more I could take, I rolled onto my stomach, subconsciously removing the dancing marks from his sight.

  He growled loudly, and for the first time ever, I was afraid of him. I expected him to flip me over so he could once again see the marks, but before he could, I felt the warmth of the designs that I had been feeling on my hips, abdomen and pussy shift location to my thighs and ass. I started to turn around so I could see if the marks had indeed moved to my backside, but Oliver was much quicker. Faster than I could react, he grabbed my hips roughly and raised me to my knees. I started to extend my arms so I was on all fours, but he pressed me back down so my breasts and face were against the cushion of the chaise lounge chair.

  “Mine,” he growled, slamming into me so hard from behind that my entire body slid forward a foot, causing abrasions to my hypersensitive nipples from the rough material of the furniture.

  I cried out in pain and once again tried to lift myself. “Stay still!” he roared, wrapping one hand around in my hair and keeping me in place while the other remained on my hip as he continued his relentless fucking.

  The oranges and pinks disappeared as the sky became darker. The stars came out and the moon rose, all while his rhythm continued. It should have been painful, and it was, but my body loved it. Even when he finally stilled, filling me again with his come, I knew I wanted more of him. Whatever was happening was bigger than either of us—instinctual, primitive, and definitely Bocaj.

  Unlike the other times when I felt him remove himself from my pussy, this time my body knew not to move at all. Ironically, my total compliance seemed to alarm him. After a moment of examining my oversensitive area, he called out to me.

  “Bec? Oh fuck...Bec!”

  I wanted to respond, but I wanted more to be still for him. I felt him roll me onto my back and I stared up at the concern on his face.

  “Bec? I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop.”

  I smiled as I felt the markings move back around to my stomach and begin once more to dance betw
een my hipbones. Lust filled Oliver’s eyes again, but he was clearly warring with the desire for me to be safe and the desire to take me once again. I knew I was safe, and I wanted nothing more than to be joined with him in the most primitive of ways.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” I said, spreading my legs wide then whispering reverently, “I’ll stay very still.”

  “Fuck yes!” he growled, moving on top of me and covering my body with his. Looking between us, the bulbous head of his cock made me wince even before he pressed himself into my slick folds.

  I struggled to keep my arms limp at my sides. Half of the time, I wanted to push him from my body to give it a reprieve from the thick shaft which stretched my pussy taught around its base, and the other half of the time I wanted to grab his ass and make him thrust harder.

  Regardless, I stayed still as he found a position he liked and set his new pace. His movements were slower this time, but each thrust was deliberate, forceful, and conveyed the depth of his feelings.

  Unlike the previous times he’d fucked me, he held me tightly to his body, our marks touching. The electricity flowed through me, and although I was physically exhausted, I somehow felt full of energy at the same time. Oliver must have felt it too, because he picked up his pace, causing me to whimper. “Still,” he whispered, though I had no intentions of moving. The warmth between us was incredible and building by the second, our marks seeming to fuel each other's.

  The heat was building inside of me, as well. The earlier tingling I’d felt in my womb grew with each thrust. The markings, which been moving all around my abdomen, now seemed to be lighting up everywhere at the same time, pulsing in rhythm to his thrusts. “Oliver!” I screamed out, but he seemed to sense it too, because his movements became even faster and harder. “Oliver...Oliver...Oliver!” I yelled over the sound of wet flesh slapping together.

  “Don’t move…be still…be still…you need to just be still…” he half growled half pleaded before pulling back from me and turning his head, though not before I saw his fangs once again protruding from his mouth.

  I should have been terrified, but my body reacted in a way I couldn’t explain. The pulsing of the marks became faster and faster until the heat and tingling was constant. “Oliver, please!” I begged, though I honestly wasn’t sure what I was begging for.

  “Mine!” he roared, thrusting into me hard, lifting me from the chair for a split second before pulling back and doing it again.

  “Mine!” he shouted each time he thrust into me. I was no longer attempting to be quiet, rather screaming his name in pleasure, pain, and most of all, surprise.

  “Stay still,” he moaned as he thrust erratically. “Mine…mine…mine…” he chanted as he began to fill me. Unlike the other times, his come wasn’t cold, or even cool, it felt hot, like lava flowing into me. Involuntarily, I jerked away, surprised at the sensation.

  “Please,” he cried out in a strangled voice that sounded as if he were in pain.

  The molten come that was flowing into me should have been painful, but it was reacting with mine in ways I couldn’t even describe.

  Spurt after spurt had me still screaming out his name, and with each thrust, he moaned that I was his.

  Long after he stilled, I didn’t move, just feeling the pulsing of his cock depositing even more of his fluid inside my body.

  This time when he pulled back, things were very different. I still felt the mark on my chest, but the ones that had just been throbbing against my stomach seemed to have disappeared.

  “I’m so sorry, Babygirl,” he said, standing up and pulling me to my feet. My legs trembled and he tried to steady me, but he seemed even weaker. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “Shhhhh. It was bigger than both of us,” I interrupted.

  “I love you,” he smiled. “How did I get so lucky?”

  “I’m the lucky one,” I replied, genuinely believing my statement.

  We stood in silence, looking up at the moon, which seemed to fill the entire sky.

  “Tell me you’ll love me for the rest of your life.” His words echoed the question I’d asked him earlier.

  “The rest of my life? How about the rest of your life?” I smiled.

  His lips crashed onto mine and it was frantic at first, but after a few moments it became soft and tender.

  “I wish it could always be like this,” I said, breaking our kiss and panting for air.

  “You wish what could? The night? The moon being so full? Us here together, alone, nude?”

  “All of it,” I whispered. “I want this to be my midnight eternal.”

  “It doesn’t have to be midnight. I always want to be alone with you.”

  After his words, our lips met again in the most passionate kiss we’d shared—one that conveyed our love and promises for each other without speaking.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Master

  I slept.

  It wasn’t like lying in the sun, closing my eyes to rest. It was actual sleep and I needed it. I needed it so much that I woke to Bec calling my name in the morning.

  “Oliver? Master?” she asked with concern. I opened my eyes to see her standing over me. “We’re supposed to leave for your parents house now, but you wouldn’t wake up.”

  Looking at the clock, I realized I’d slept for ten hours. After whatever it was that happened on the patio last night, Bec and I had come inside and lay in my bed together. I planned on talking to her about it, trying to apologize for my behavior, but I’d been tired. I thought perhaps if I rested my eyes for a few minutes, I’d be fine, but ten hours later I was still exhausted.

  “Do you want to sleep more? I can call your parents and tell them we won’t be coming.”

  Her concern was sweet. I did want to keep sleeping, but I also wanted to talk to my family about what had happened.

  We arrived forty-five minutes late for brunch, and when I said it was because I’d overslept, there were a few chuckles, all of them assuming I was kidding and that the real reason was that Bec and I had been making love.

  After Bec had gone off to talk with my mother, Caleb, and Sydney, I pulled Shane, Payton, and Gabriel aside. “I need to talk to you about something going on with Bec. Last night after we’d made love in the shower, I was drying her off and a mark appeared over her left hip bone.”

  “Not her mating mark?” Gabriel asked.

  “No, it wasn’t her mating mark. That was still on her chest. This was different and it kept moving across her stomach and around her pussy.”

  Their eyes went wide. “You mean fertility marks?” Shane gasped.

  I’d heard of them, but had never seen them. In Bocaj, when the females were ovulating, they produced marks to entice their mate, similar to the way peacocks showed their feathers or other animals released pheromones. Supposedly they filled the male with desire to breed with his mate. What I’d felt last night was more than desire.

  “It couldn’t have been, or he would have bitten her,” Payton responded.

  “I almost did,” I admitted.

  “Wait, were your fangs out?” Gabriel asked. “And how long did it last? A few minutes?”

  “Yes they were out, and it lasted about six hours I’d guess. I was so tired I slept the rest of the night. Bec woke me up this morning. I swear I could sleep another day.”

  Gabriel, Payton, and Shane were just staring at me.

  “What?” I asked after nearly a full minute.

  “You had sex with her while she was in heat for six hours, and resisted the urge to bite her the entire time?” Gabriel asked incredulously.

  “It was hard, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I was worried, though. A few times I almost did. I’d told her to stay still and she did, but I swear, if she wouldn’t have, I would have bitten her to make her still. How sick is that?”

  Payton shook her head. “It’s not sick, Oliver. It’s instinct.” She smiled at me. “It’s a male’s way of making sure the female stays for the entir
e mating process.”

  “Reproduction is very hard on both the males and females, which is one reason it’s not done that often. The male is exhausted, leaving him vulnerable while he rests, and the female is semi or fully paralyzed for some time,” Gabriel explained.

  “I just don’t know how you resisted,” Shane said, shaking his head. “If Sydney even comes near me when that happens, I go insane. I mean, she always spends the few hours it lasts away from me, but still.”

  Payton chuckled. “Remember Caleb wearing the chastity cage the other week? He saw mine and pounced. I know how hard it was for him to resist, so the punishment wasn’t long. I was proud of his control, but not as proud as I am of yours, Oliver.”

  I should have taken it as a compliment, but I was scared. “You shouldn’t be proud. You don’t know how close I came to biting her. There were several times I felt like I wasn’t in control. If she wouldn’t have stayed still, I really think I would have bitten her so that she would have.”

  “You’re planning on doing it at some point anyway, aren’t you?” Shane asked insensitively.

  “I don’t know!” I snapped back at him.

  “Oh come on,” Shane continued. “You know you can’t live without her. You’re too hard on yourself. What difference would it have made if you took her last night?”

  I lost it. Grabbing him by the shirt, I spat, “What difference? What difference? Um, I don’t know,” I added sarcastically. “I was thinking that if I bit her, maybe it might be nice to do it in a clean, safe environment, when she was ready. Not when I was fucking the shit out of her on the balcony.”

  “Calm down, Son,” Gabriel said, using his dominant and fatherly voice combined. I let go of Shane immediately.