Captive Mate BL Chapter 392: - - 392-

Asher felt like he blacked out when he slamd the door behind him, Caspian scent seed to pin him to where he stood.

His thoughts were wiped clean and his body felt heavy, that he needed to lean against the door to stay upright. He might have remained at the door for hours if the sounds from Caspian didn’t pierce through his haze.

Asher pushed up from the door then, divesting himself from the rest of his ruined dress shirt as he made for the bed.

He knew well the circumstances around this strange heat, and that if they went through this much trouble to induce it, there was a pretty high chance of Caspian getting pregnant.

He didn’t slow down, picking up his mate. Caspian’s skin burned to the touch, and he was damp from sweat and tears, trembling all over.

Asher planned to kill several birds with a single stone, he made his way over to the shower, setting it to lukewarm.

He would cool Caspian down a bit, try to wash off so of his intoxicating scent, keep a level head and clean them both up.

He claid his mate’s lips as the water rained down, easily getting rid of their clothes.

Asher pulled back to get a look at Caspian, his wet hair was darker and slicked back, his glassy eyes puffy. There wasn’t a hint of recognition behind those dilated blue eyes, his head limp like it was too much effort to hold it up.

Asher held Caspian’s face up with a hand, his other hand wrapped around his slender waist. It was difficult keeping them both upright while fighting the urge to hold Caspian a little tighter and sink his teeth into the sweet Oga.

Shower sex would be a little difficult with how out of it they were but it didn’t stop Asher from picking his mate up and pushing him up against the tiled wall.

Water ran down the muscles of Asher’s back as he avoided Caspian’s scent gland even though the Oga’s freshly bitten mating mark called to him. He was doing so well, the last thing he needed was losing himself and hurting Caspian.

Prep was a luxury but fortunately, Caspian didn’t need it, his slick mixing with the warm water on the tiled floor.

Asher’s rings left imprints on Caspian’s thighs as the Alpha’s tip pushed past his rim. Caspian was usually the one to help him take off his rings, and in his haste, he had completely forgotten to take them off.

The heavy silver rings were the sa as always but there was a new addition on his left ring finger, two rings that were delicate compared to the rings he usually wore.

Asher cursed when he was buried to the hilt, Caspian was sucking him in hungrily, and although the Oga’s external temperature was now bearable, he was still blazing hot inside.

Asher needed a mont, he leaned his head againt the chilly tiled wall, breathing deeply and slowly, his dark red hair sticking to his face.

Caspian seed to snap out of his daze then, his fingers digging into Asher’s shoulders, as his hole tightened rhythmically.

Asher would tell Caspian to calm down if he could form the words, the dull pain on his shoulders grounding him. He pulled out and slamd in, each thrust harder than the last, and that was because Caspian tightened up each ti.

His mate was wet, tight and so hot, it made the shower humid, or maybe it was just his head fogging up again. Caspian’s orgasm burned when it spilled against his abdon, it was an unnatural temperature and it had to hurt.

Caspian fell against him then and it was Asher’s cue to get them out of the shower. It was barely a shower and more like them getting dunked in water.

After rinsing off, he didn’t bother drying either of them off before taking Caspian back to bed. The bed was already a ss, and the both of them were overheated so the cooling water on their skin would co in handy.

Caspian’s shoulders and collarbones were tinged red as the Oga lay on his back on the bed. Asher could clearly see his handprints on the perfect clear skin of his thighs.

He leaned forward to kiss his mate, joining them together. Caspian was still scalding inside but he seed to have more monts of lucidity.

Asher’s teeth were gritted as he hooked his arms underneath Caspian’s thighs to pull him closer, nearly folding the Oga in half. It still wasn’t enough.

He left behind bruising red marks wherever he touched Caspian, nearly losing himself in the scorching pleasure. A cry from Caspian snapped him out of it but it wasn’t because his mate was in pain, another orgasm rippling through him.

He leaned close and stared at Caspian’s face searchingly for any hint of discomfort but Caspian’s eyes were unfocused, the Oga squirming on his dick in silent protest that he had stopped moving.

Asher gave into the urge and wrapped a hand around Caspian’s neck as his own orgasm barreled through him.

Caspian’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his wilted red-tipped cock constantly spurting even before Asher popped his knot.

Asher carefully gathered his boneless mate into his arms when his spilling knot was lodged deep into him, pressing gentle kisses on his face. His head had cleared up sowhat, worry bleeding into the intoxicating lust.

Caspian seed to pass out for a bit and when he opened his eyes again there was stark recognition behind those eyes.

"Asher?" He frowned and then whimpered when his mate’s knot brushed against a sensitive nerve. "What’s going on?"

Asher just held him tighter, preparing himself to give a detailed explanation. Caspian sounded drained, he had switched their positions so that the Oga was on top, and he could barely hold his head up.

So he just summarized it, leaving out most of the fear factor, as best as he could.

"A fake replacent did your checkup, and she must have done sothing to force a heat." Asher said softly, rubbing soothing circles into Caspian’s bare back.

Caspian sighed, his eyes drifitng close. "Why would she do that? I’ve never t her before."

"Jael’s figuring that out. How do you feel?"

Caspian held Asher as tight as he could, shivering a little when even the slightest movent sent pleasure clawing up his spine. "Sleepy..."