Ren’s voice hitched, a broken sound caught in the back of his throat as he felt himself rapidly reaching a limit he didn’t want to hit.

He tried to hide the moans, but they came out in jagged breaths, escaping his lips one at a time, the sound pleasing to Cilian.

Every nerve in his body was screaming, pleasured and sensitive, pushed to the brink by Cilian’s relentless tongue and lips.

He fought it, his fingers clawing at the silk sheets until the fabric threatened to tear, desperate to deny Cilian the satisfaction of his surrender.

But the pressure down there was too strong. Cilian was relentless.

And so, with a choked, muffled cry, Ren came, his body shuddering violently as he covered his face with his arm to hide the shame burning in his eyes.

He didn’t know where his semen spilled, but he had a feeling that that psychopath had it in his mouth, and then he heard the loud gulp that came from below.

He felt even more embarrassed and frustrated as he lay there afterward, breathing in sharp, uneven gasps. And as the haze in his mind cleared, a cold, sharp dread took its place.

Through the space below his arm, Ren noticed Cilian sitting back. The Alpha reached for his waist, his movements slow and deliberate as he unbuckled his leather belt and began to free his own cock.

Ren’s breath hitched again, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird as he stared at Cilian’s hard cock, throbbing and ready for action.

Before Ren could process the shift, Cilian reached forward and gripped Ren’s ankles, shoving his legs upward and pinning them toward his chest.

Cilian leaned in, his gaze fixed on Ren’s already leaking hole with a look of terrifying, focused intent. The area was around his butt cheeks and were pale, but the hole had a nice, cute flush of pink.

"This looks as pretty as I remember," he said, the delight spreading on his face. "I don’t think I have to prep you since you’re already so wet."

Horror spread through Ren’s face as he finally realized what was going on, and a cold chill bypassed the lingering warmth of the pheromones.

Cilian found the expression of dread on Ren’s face to be delightful. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick his own lips, tasting the lingering traces of Ren’s seed with a slow, appreciative graze.

"I’ve had the dessert," Cilian mused, his voice vibrating with a dark, predatory hunger. "Now, I think it’s time for the main course."

The casual depravity of the act broke something inside Ren. For the first time since he had been dragged from the auction block, he realized how powerless he was.

He knew it before, knew that before this man, he was nothing more than a plaything, but he told himself he’d have his chance. He would definitely kill this man, but all that had happened made him feel like his attempts were all for a shitshow Cilian enjoyed.

And right now, that shitshow had just been upgraded to the max, making him realize that he could never win against this man.

And so, for the first time, he genuinely cried. Tears spilled over, hot and fast, sliding down his face and soaking the pillow as he began to plead. This wasn’t the pheromones forcing him to speak; it was raw terror. Fear.

"No... please," Ren sobbed, his voice small and trembling. "Cilian, don’t. Please don’t do this."

He looked at Cilian with wide, terrified eyes, his pride completely stripped away by the sheer weight of what was about to happen. He was shaking, his knees trembling against Cilian’s shoulders as he admitted the one thing he had tried so hard to hide.

"I’m scared," Ren whispered, the admission coming out as a broken whimper. "Cilian, please... It... It frightens me. Don’t do it."

Cilian froze. The predatory curve of his smile faltered, and for a moment, the fox-eyed mask completely slipped.

He looked taken aback, his hands loosening their grip on Ren’s ankles. He stared at Ren’s tear-streaked face, seeing not the defiant warrior or the prize he had bought, but a person who was truly, deeply terrified of him.

The silence in the room became heavy; the only sound heard was the ragged, wet sobs of the man pinned beneath him. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Cilian let Ren’s legs down and pulled himself upward to bridge the distance between them. Then, he suddenly wrapped his arms around Ren’s head, pulling it into the crook of his neck and patting his hair in a calming motion.

"Did I scare you?" He asked. "This is why you should be more honest with your feelings. You’ll make me out to be the bad guy without getting a chance to be the good guy."

Those were all talks, Ren knew it.

He’d still go through with it if he wanted to.

Ren felt he had just made a mockery of himself because there was no way this man would listen just because he shed a few tears. But to his surprise, he did.

"I won’t put it in if that’s what my little Ren wants. You know, I always keep my word."

Ren sniffled against Cilian’s skin, his body wracked with a paralyzing combination of raw hate and primal fear, unable to reconcile the monster who had just threatened him with the man now offering a hollow comfort.

Ren was scared, bitter, and frightened. He didn’t know that the thought of this man having his way with him scared him that much.

This was not like two years ago, when what they shared was soft, sweet, and warm. It felt like a viper was about to run him from behind if he went through with this, if he let this psychopath have his way with him.

But knowing he wouldn’t do it anymore eased Ren, hatefully so.

But then, the moment of peace was shattered when Ren felt the unmistakable heat of Cilian’s hard cock pressing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

Ren jerked violently, a fresh wave of panic surging through his chest as he tried to scramble backward, but Cilian’s arms remained locked around him.

"Don’t worry, I’m not putting it in," Cilian assured him, his voice low against Ren’s ear.

Ren didn’t know how much of that to believe. He decided to see what would happen next.

True to his word, Cilian didn’t force the entry Ren had dreaded. Instead, he settled his cock firmly between Ren’s thighs, holding his legs firmly together and using the friction and the heat of Ren’s body to satisfy his own mounting excitement.