Page 70 of Fangs & Fur

The slap explodes through the forest, and I yelp as white heat covers my ass cheek. “I said no complaints, sweetheart. Keep going, give me a show.”

Holy fuck. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the warmth of Xander’s spank blesses my skin.

The dirt licks at my knees as I crawl forward, climbing over logs and streams, my body vibrating with lust as the minutes tick by. The crunch of Xander’s boots behind me is the only reminder of his closeness. I want to argue as he says nothing, but reaching the top of a ridge has me pausing as I take in the thick tree before me.

Decorated with black rope circling the trunk, a pair of leather handcuffs hang loosely from a knot. My stomach tightens and my dick jumps. A sliver of precum drops from my slit and lands onto the leaves below me. I whimper as my hole clenches around nothing.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Xander hisses, and I press onwards, reaching the tree and sitting back on my calves. My eyes are no longer trained on the handcuffs above me but the wide spreader bar at the base of the tree. Cuffs finish each end and I swallow.

“Color?” Xander’s hand trails across the back of my shoulders, and I shiver.

“Green.”

“Good boy.” He kneels and picks up the spreader bar. “Have you ever used one of these before?”

I shake my head, eyeing the thickness of the metal bar. Surely it shouldn’t be that thick?

Answering my question, Xander places it back at the base of the trunk. “It’s been reinforced for vamp strength, same with the leather cuffs. You won’t have a chance to escape.”

A spike of euphoria shoots through me, and I reach for my pulsing dick, but Xander stops me as he lifts me to my feet and turns me until my back presses against the rough bark of the tree. I hiss at the new sensation, but I love the way he handles me so roughly, knowing I can now take it.

No longer human, but stronger than ever, I smirk at all the ideas that flood my mind. All the possibilities we can do together.

Xander grasps my hands in his and lifts my arms high above my head. I watch my own reflection in his visor and I bite my lip. I know it’s Xander under there, but the helmet just adds to the heat. I don't know where he’s looking. I can’t read his emotions through his eyes.

The sound of a chain rattles above me, and cool leather slips over my wrists. Xander is quick to tighten it. He doesn’t bother to test the tightness as he makes sure the leather is squeezing my flesh. No longer being human definitely has its perks as the leather bites into my skin and I moan against the pain.

Trailing a hand down my arm, Xander cups my jaw before sinking deeper until he wraps a fist around my throat and gives me a playful press. With his other hand, he tweaks at my sensitive nipples until I’m writhing against the tree, my gasps echoing around us. I’m already at the very edge as the need to come bites at every instinct.

“Please, Xan. I need to come. Touch me, please,” I hiss between gasps as electricity sizzles through my nipples when he pinches tightly.

Growling deeply, Xander sinks to the ground, his hands running down my body. “I love it when you beg. You sound so perfect when you’re needy and desperate.”

“F-fuck… please!”

Grasping my ankle, Xander pulls my leg to the side, slipping a cuff across my skin and tightening it with a rattle before turning to my other leg. The bar is wide. Wider than I realized, as he spreads my legs apart until I'm on my tiptoes. The cuffs above me rattle as I try to balance. But Xander is quick as he secures me to the spreader bar and stands back, admiring his work.

“All spread out. Open and unable to do anything about it. I could leave you here and there's nothing you could do about it,” he taunts, and I test the strength of the bar between my legs. It has zero give, and the metal doesn’t even groan. He wasn’t joking when he said they’re vamp-proof.

I squirm as my skin itches to feel him against me. But Xander simply watches me struggle. I know he can smell every emotion that runs through my mind, and I know he isn’t doing this out of sadistic intent. Instead, once I’m whimpering and arching my spine, trying to get closer to my mate, he drops to his knees before me. His fingers curl around my dick, and he gives me a gentle pump.

I throw my head back, gasping as my skin sets itself on fire. He’s so warm; every time he touches me, my body goes into overdrive. Stroking me with far too light fingers, Xander maps my dick. Thumbing my crown and squeezing the tip until a clear bubble of precum slips from my slit.

“So wet for me already,” Xander tuts, but I can hear the way his voice wavers with strain. He’s just as close to the edge as I am. “Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, little mate.”

I keen, mewling and groaning. My body trembles and I speak breathlessly all while Xander strokes me. “Please, Xan. Fuck me, please. I’m so empty. F-Fill me up with your cock. I n-need it!”

“Good boy.” Xander lets go of my dick despite my whimpers. I thrust into nothing, and I test the restraints again. My strength matches Xander’s; I’m no longer weak like a human. But they simply don’t give. Not an ounce of movement comes from the cuffs as I struggle.

Xander chuckles. “Trying to escape? Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming soon. Be patient.”

Patient my ass.

But my struggle comes to an end as Xander grips the bar between my legs and lifts it. “Xan!” I yelp. My feet coming off the ground.

Still, he pulls the bar higher until my back firmly presses against the tree and my knees are pulled above my shoulders. Spread wide and open, Xander can see every inch of me as he steps between my legs and deposits the bar across the back of his shoulders.

His hands grip my waist and he watches the way my hard cock jumps against my stomach. The position is humiliating. With my body pressed against the trees, arms high above my head, and legs spread so far wide, I know Xander can easily see my hole clenching on nothing.