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When something long and wet pressed between his ass cheeks again, Cas tried to
scramble away on his hands and knees. He was simply grabbed around his hips
and dragged right back. Cas tried to roll over but all that happened was that
he received a hard smack on his ass for his effort.
“Hey!” Cas snapped again. He was starting to get the feeling that he was going
to be objecting to a lot of stuff in the near future. When he tried to crawl
away again, he received another smack on his ass, this one a little harder.
“Would you knock that off?”
Cas’s eyes narrowed when he heard a low chuffing rumble. The beast was
laughing at him. He just knew it. However, encouraged by the fact that he
hadn’t been eaten yet, Cas tried to roll back over.
“Okay!” he growled as he slapped the ground with his hand. He wanted to smack
the creature that kept smacking his ass but he was pretty sure that would just
get him more of what he was already protesting. “You have got to stop doing
that.”
Hands that were soft and hard at the same time moved over his skin. Cas
couldn’t help but wonder just how many hands the beast had because it felt
like he was being touched everywhere at the same time.
There were gentle touches to his back, his hip, the curve of his ass. He felt
light, sensual caresses to his throat and down his chest to his stomach and
abdomen, caresses that made him feel like rolling onto his back and begging
for more.
His entire body was flipped this way and that, moved around wherever the beast
wanted him to be. Large, muscular hands moved over him, touching, caressing,
squeezing… there was even some sniffing and licking.
Cas almost came unglued when a line was licked from his balls to the top of
his ass. The beast pressed his hands against Cas’s hips, holding him down to
the ground as he continued to lick every bit of smooth skin he could reach.
“Seriously, dude, you need to—oh great gods and goddesses!” Cas felt his eyes
roll to the back of his head, his skin shivering with goose bumps as something
decidedly thick pushed into his ass. “That really isn’t supposed to go
there.”
Cas clawed at the ground as something bigger than anything he had ever
experienced before was pushed into his ass then pulled out. It felt like a
tree branch, only not as hard. Whatever it was, the beast seemed to like what
he was doing.
The purring grew louder.
When something even thicker started to push into his ass, Cas had had enough.
The guy hadn’t even bought him dinner. “Okay, that’s enough!” he shouted as he
scrambled to get away once again, digging his fingers into the dirt for
leverage. “Stop!”
Cas blinked in surprise when all movement stopped. He wasn’t even sure that
the beast was breathing. He glanced over his shoulder and instantly felt his
jaw drop when he realized that the tree branch in his ass were the beast’s
fingers.
“Friggin hell,” he whispered.
The beast arched a thick dark eyebrow and smacked Cas on the ass.
“Hey, what’d you do that for?”
Cas’s eyes rounded when the beast lightly tapped him on the mouth. He stared
for a moment, and then cocked is head to one side. “Can you understand me?”
The beast nodded.
“Oh, thank the gods and goddesses.” Cas moved, trying to pull off the fingers
embedded in his ass. “Hey, look, could you—oh!”
There went the fingers again, in and out, in and out. Cas’s eyes were starting
to cross again. He didn’t know if it came from the fact that the beast could
actually understand him or the fact that he was being fucked by something
bigger than any toy he had ever used before.
Cas could feel himself getting more aroused with each passing second, his cock
hardening, throbbing. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about that, or even if
he should do anything about it.
The beast seemed to have other ideas, though.
Cas yelped when he once again found himself flipped around. Only this time,
instead of yanking him back, the beast wound his hand in the long braid of
snow-white hair that fell down the center of Cas’s back. The other hand
gripped Cas’s hip—his entire hip from ass crease to groin.
When Cas was pulled back this time, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that
whatever was pushing into his ass was not a finger, no matter how damn big
that it felt.
He had graduated to a freaking tree trunk.
“Whoa, okay, um…let’s…yeah, let’s just…um…sl-slow down.” Cas’s words stuttered
through his throat.
He drew in a deep breath, trying to gain control. Earthy, male, pure
testosterone filled his senses. Cas’s mouth watered at the heady scent.
Strangely enough, he felt like he inhaled a lungful of pure masculine
pheromones. He shook his head, nostrils flaring at the heady scent of the
beast pressed so close to him.
Intoxicating.
It was the only way to explain the undeniable urge he felt to press back
against whatever was pushing into his ass. He was probably making a huge
mistake having sex with the beast, but Cas couldn’t muster up the emotions to
care right now—or the brain cells. His libido was in control, telling his mind
to shut the hell up and enjoy this.
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