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Maddox laid Will down on the bed, a big, soft expanse of comfort that Will was also no longer used to. He had been sleeping rough, in his animal form, without any care for human comforts. In killing so many, in destroying their humanity, he had hoped to destroy his own.

“I’m worse than you,” Will breathed as Maddox’s hands slid to his waist. He was being undressed in the same way a present was unwrapped, if gifts came traumatized and sobbing. Maddox’s agile, long fingers worked on the fastening of his fly.

“It doesn’t matter,” Maddox said simply. “There is no better, there is no worse. None of it matters. Good, bad, or indifferent. I love you.”

The words made Will start sobbing again, his hands over his face as his pants were pulled down his hips and over his thighs and then all the way down his legs. He was naked before his master.

He looked up between his fingers, peeking out, and saw Maddox standing at the side of the bed before him, disrobing himself. He watched that marble-like physique appear with wonder.

He was hard. So fucking hard. Sobbing and erect.

Maddox’s body had always been an unholy distraction, a temple of dominance, mastery, and desire. As he looked at Maddox’s stern eternal visage, Will felt himself sliding away. He wasn’t a helpless, captive boy, or a murderous wolf beast, or any combination of the two. He was a body to be claimed by the dark creature whose elegance and beauty overwhelmed his senses and his intellect.

He reveled in the amnesia that desire brought. He felt the old feelings return, the darkly cozy sensation associated with being in Maddox’s care. It spread through his body, a perverse warmth the closest he knew to comfort. Maddox looked back down at him, dark eyes locked on Will’s naked body with unashamed possession.

Finally, Maddox spoke.

“I have missed you unspeakably.”

Tears began to flow again, running down Will’s face in what felt like an unstoppable river. He had become like water, a rushing, gushing, emotional mess.

He felt Maddox descend onto the bed atop him, and cool lips begin to kiss away the tears. Mad made no effort to stop Will from crying, but he was there through it all, not at all disgusted as Will had imagined he would be.

His master’s bite was painful, but it was a hot pain, the kind of pain that made every bit of him boil with raging desire. He’d forgotten so many things, but he had not forgotten how delicious it was to be drank from.

Maddox drank deeply, more deeply than he had ever before. It felt as though Will was being drained of his sins, all the energies of his recent crimes sucked from his veins and taken into Maddox.

The notion flashed across his mind that he was being killed, and that he would never survive this encounter. Maddox was capable of destroying him easily. In these fading moments, Will was astonished at his own arrogance. He had truly imagined that he could resist Mad, and that he could perhaps even fight him. He had always known that wasn’t actually true somewhere in the back of his mind. Now he knew it fundamentally and physically.

He relaxed in a way he had not relaxed in months. He surrendered, not just to Maddox, but to his own mortality. He gave up trying to be strong, trying to be tough, trying to be anything besides Maddox’s.

The vampire master kept Will wrapped tight in his arms as he made love to him with long, passionate, dominant strokes. It was a claiming and a completion, a leaving and a return. Every time Mad’s cock bottomed out inside Will, he felt incredibly full and completely owned. It was such a relief to give in.

With every stroke, Maddox’s cock sank deeper, stretching him wide, dominating him without needing to try to dominate. Will was sinking into submission in the vampire’s arms, giving up a battle he had been fighting every minute of every day for many months.

If Maddox had expected a battle in the bedroom, he would have been disappointed. Will had no fight left in him. All he had was his hot, tight, muscular body and the part of him pulsing around Maddox’s cock.

“You’re mine,” Maddox purred elegantly. “And you’re perfect in my eyes, no matter what you do. You always have been. I may fail you, William. But you can never fail me.”

A fresh burst of tears accompanied that statement, Will sobbing against Maddox’s neck, his legs wrapped around Maddox’s waist. He was so close to coming, and even closer to breaking down completely. Teetering on the verge of two emotional edges, he found solace only in surrender, in letting his master’s motions inside him command his reactions.

“You are a good boy, even when you are bad,” Maddox murmured, holding himself deep inside Will, now putting a hand on each side of his pup’s face and looking deep in his eyes.

It was a more intense connection than Will thought he could bear. He was stretched and he was filled and he could not escape Mad’s piercing gaze because he was impaled on his master’s cock.

He wanted to hide. He was so ashamed of himself, so hurt, so very sad, and so very relieved to discover he was still loved.

Maddox began to move inside him again, slow strokes, deep thrusts, languid lovemaking. Will found himself being soothed by this slower pace, and once more he began to melt into pure pleasure.

“I am going to come inside you,” Maddox said. “I am going to fill you up, and you are going to remember who you belong to. Who you have always belonged to. Who you will always belong to.”

He emphasized each of those statements with a firm thrust that jolted Will closer to orgasm.

“Please. Fuck. Yes. I need…” He was barely coherent, but it didn’t matter, because his words didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way Maddox now cupped and clasped his ass, grinding deep inside him, giving him no escape, creating a hard-fucking culmination to their reunion which went on and on until Will was a soft little puppy, a happily drained fuck puppet.

15

Maddox had some reservations while waiting for William to awaken. He was afraid that what had taken place between them the previous evening might be some ephemeral reprieve from the conflict that seemed to dog them night and day, that it had not really changed anything between them on a deeper level. Only time would tell whether Will’s hatred had melted away in Mad’s arms, or if he still held onto the core of it all. It was not possible to mend all William’s damage, but it might be possible to survive it.