Chapter 2: The Spoiling Begins
The sunlight streaming into the penthouse living room felt like an accusation.It was too bright, too cheerful, for the emotional hangover Enn was nursing. He sat stiffly on the wide, low sofa, wearing only a pair of soft black sweats Kael had laid out for him. His body ached in a dozen new, intimate ways—a deep, pleasant soreness that filled him with equal parts shame and a strange, humming satisfaction.
Kael moved through the open space with a quiet domesticity that felt more invasive than the sex had. He poured coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. He placed a mug on the table in front of Enn, then sat beside him, not touching, but close enough that Enn could feel the heat radiating from him.“Sleep well?” Kael asked, his voice a low rumble.
Enn stared at his coffee.His gray ears twitched, lying flat. “Don’t pretend this is normal.”
“It is our normal now.” Kael sipped his own drink. “And you did sleep well.Curled into my side, your tail wrapped around my leg. You snore, just a little.”
A flush crept up Enn’s neck. “Shut up.”
Kael set his mug down with a soft click. “I have something for you.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“You’ll want this.” Kael reached into the pocket of his own lounge pants and pulled out a small, hinged box of dark velvet. He didn’t offer it, just opened it on his palm.
Enn’s eyes were drawn to it despite himself.Nestled on the black fabric was a collar. It was made of supple-looking black leather, finely stitched, and studded along its length with deep green emeralds that caught the morning light and fractured it into sinister green sparks. It was beautiful in a stark, possessive way.It was also unmistakably what it was: a marker of ownership.His breath hitched. “You can’t be serious.”
“Utterly.” Kael’s voice was calm, but his black ears were pitched forward intently, his tail a still, controlled line. “It’s custom-made.The emeralds match your eyes. When you flare them with anger, like you are now, they’re the exact same shade.”
“I am not a pet to be collared,” Enn snarled, standing up.His tail bristled behind him.
“No,” Kael agreed, rising smoothly to stand before him.“You’re my husband. This isn’t for the world.It’s for us.For here. A private symbol.” He lifted the collar from the box.The leather looked soft, the metal of the buckle cool and bright.
“No.” Enn took a step back, but the sofa was behind his knees. There was nowhere to go.Kael closed the distance. His free hand came up to cup the back of Enn’s neck, his thumb stroking the jumpy tendon there. “Last night, you gave me your body.You took me inside you. You came for me, untouched, because I commanded it.This,” he said, bringing the collar up, “is just a reminder of that truth. That you are mine.”
“Fuck you,” Enn whispered, but it lacked conviction. His pulse was hammering where Kael’s thumb pressed, a frantic betrayal.
“Maybe later,” Kael murmured, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He brought the collar around Enn’s throat.The leather was cool and surprisingly soft against his skin. The buckle made a quiet, definitive click as Kael fastened it. It wasn’t tight—it sat comfortably, a constant, weighty presence.Enn felt locked in.Claimed. A shiver ran through him, and to his utter horror, a low heat began to stir in his groin.
Kael’s eyes darkened, reading the shift in his posture, the slight, involuntary lift of his tail. “There.See? It suits you.” He traced the line of leather with a finger, then leaned in, brushing his lips just below it. “My beautiful, prickly little wolf.”
Enn wanted to claw it off.He also wanted to press into the touch. The conflict must have shown on his face.
“Now,” Kael said, his voice dropping into a deeper, more dangerous register. “I want to taste you.”
Before Enn could process the words, Kael was on his knees. The sight was so jarring, so subversive, that Enn just stared, his protest dying in his throat. The powerful, composed man who had fucked him senseless hours ago was now kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with fierce, unblinking intensity.
Kael’s hands went to the waistband of Enn’s sweats and tugged them down, along with his boxers, in one swift motion. Enn’s cock sprang free, already half-hard.Kael ignored it. He pushed Enn’s thighs apart, his large hands rough on the pale skin, and then he bent forward.
The first swipe of Kael’s tongue was a flat, hot press against his perineum, then lower, to the furl of his asshole.Enn jolted, a sharp gasp ripping from him. “Kael—don’t—”
Kael didn’t listen. He held Enn open with his thumbs and laved his tongue over the sensitive, clenched ring of muscle. It was wet, obscene, and so shockingly intimate that Enn’s legs nearly buckled. He grabbed onto Kael’s shoulders for balance, his fingers digging in.
“Oh, god…” Enn moaned, his head falling back.Kael ate him with single-minded devotion. His tongue circled, probed, then pushed insistently inside.The sensation was overwhelming—a violation that felt like a gift. Enn’s cock swelled to full, aching hardness, drooling onto his own stomach. His tail shot straight up, trembling.
“You’re so clean here,” Kael growled against him, the vibration making Enn cry out.“Sweet. All mine.” He pushed his tongue deeper, fucking Enn with it, before pulling back to suck hard on the tender flesh.
Pleasure coiled, white-hot and devastating, deep in Enn’s gut. He was panting, babbling, his earlier defiance burned away in the furnace of this shameful, incredible need. “Please… please, Kael…”
“Please what?” Kael lifted his head, his chin gleaming wet.
“I don’t know… more…”
A dark smile spread across Kael’s face.“Good boy.”
He stood up, turning Enn with a firm grip. “Bend over. Put your hands on the back of the sofa.”
Enn obeyed without thought, his body moving automatically for the man who owned the collar around his throat. The cold leather of the sofa met his forearms. He heard the rustle of Kael’s pants opening, the tear of a foil packet. Then, the blunt, slick head of Kael’s cock pressed against him, right where his tongue had been.
Kael entered him in one smooth, brutal thrust. There was no slow adjustment this time—just the immediate, breathtaking fullness, the stretch that bordered on pain before melting into a deep, drugging pleasure. Enn screamed, the sound muffled by the sofa cushion.
“Yes,” Kael hissed, his hands gripping Enn’s hips hard enough to bruise.“That’s it.Take it. My collared little bitch.”
The words burned, but they only made Enn hotter, wetter. Kael fucked him with a punishing, rhythmic intensity, each drive hammering into that spot that made sparks fly behind Enn’s eyelids. The collar shifted with the force of it, the leather a constant, tight reminder on his throat.The emeralds felt cold against his heated skin.
“You love this,” Kael grunted, his pace becoming erratic, harder.“Your hole is clutching me like a vise. You were born for this.To be mine. To be fucked raw by me whenever I want.”
It was true.Every word was true. Enn sobbed his agreement, his own climax building terrifyingly fast, a tidal wave he couldn’t stop.
“I’m gonna come,” Kael warned, his voice raw.“And you’re not. Not until I’m done with you.”
Just as Enn felt the first uncontrollable surge of his own orgasm, Kael pulled out.The sudden emptiness was a shock. Before Enn could protest, a strong hand was on his shoulder, spinning him around and pushing him down to his knees on the plush rug.Kael stood over him, his cock thick and glistening, pulsing in his fist. “Open.”
Enn looked up, tears streaking his cheeks, and opened his mouth.
Kael’s release wasn’t a gentle stream. It was a series of hot, violent spurts that painted Enn’s face—his cheek, his chin, his parted lips. The scent, musky and potent, filled his nostrils. The taste, salty and bitter, landed on his tongue.He flinched but held his position, kneeling, collared, utterly claimed.
Kael watched him, chest heaving, his expression one of rapt, dark satisfaction. He swiped two fingers through the mess on Enn’s face, gathering the spent cum. He held them to Enn’s mouth.
“Clean them.”
Enn’s shame was a live wire.But beneath it, a deeper, more profound submission hummed. He leaned forward and took Kael’s fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, licking every trace of salt and bitterness away. His tail, completely of its own volition, began a slow, helpless wag against the floor.
Kael pulled his fingers free with a soft pop. He crouched down, cupping Enn’s sticky face.He kissed him deeply, tasting himself on Enn’s tongue.
“Perfect,” Kael breathed against his lips, his thumb stroking the leather band around Enn’s throat.“My perfect Enn.”
Enn didn’t have the strength to argue. The fight was gone, drained out of him along with everything else. He was collared, used, and bathed in his husband’s mark. And the most terrifying part, the part that made his stomach twist with a fear that was almost like hope, was that a secret, core part of him felt more settled, more seen, than he ever had in his life.