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I sat on the rug, watching as he raced out of the room like his ass was on fire, so distracted that he forgot to close the cage. I pushed off the floor and walked over to the cage door, before slowly pushing it closed until I heard the latch click.

There was no chance I was leaving now, not when I needed answers. I felt better than I had in ages, and I didn’t think for a second that it had anything to do with the experimental drugs. My entire body was lit up like a firework—and that included my cock. It tented the fabric of my sweats, a damp spot appearing where my precum had already soaked through. Suddenly, I was desperately aching for a release.

With my mind still spinning from everything I’d learned, but more about what was still hidden in shadows, I lay back in bed and reached inside the elastic waistband of my sweats. If this was temporary, I certainly wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

My groan was guttural as I gave my cock a rough squeeze, and I told myself it was only natural that my thoughts would drift to Deimos as I stroked myself. I stared up at the camera mounted in the corner of the room as my breathing sped up.

I knew it was wrong, inappropriate, dirty, but… was it wrong that I hoped he was watching me right now?

Chapter 16

Deimos

Fuck, what the fuck.

I couldn’t catch my breath, sweat dripping down my spine under my shirt. Every inch of my skin was tingling and popping like tiny champagne bubbles, my entire bodysinging, and when I looked inside myself, I found the well of my powers, which had still been low since I drained it in the battle at city hall, was a quarter full.

All from a brush of my fingers.

I hadn’t even meant to do it! Cameron was sick, and sure, sometimes I was a bit of an asshole, but seriously, as if I couldn’t wait for him to be better before I stole his powers. I wasn’t even sure how it’d happened.

Cameron’s power felt different than that of the shifters. Theirs had an earthy quality to it, and it came with a similar aftertaste in the back of my throat, like I’d swallowed muddy water. I’d accepted it as a part of the process, a small price to pay. But Cameron’s… it was like liquid sunshine, sweet and intoxicating. I felt drunk off that tiny sip.

I stumbled into my office, rebounding off the doorframe and knocking into my desk. I was seeing double, and I rounded the desk and dropped into my chair, clutching at my chest. It felt like my heart was trying to punch straight through my sternum. I knew it wasn’t enough to go after Loki, not by a long shot, but it made me realize that I’d underestimated exactly how much pure energy was coursing through Cameron’s body. It was no wonder he was feeling sick. He was mortal, and even as a nearly impervious god, I found this influx hard to manage. It was probably burning through him faster than his cells could repair.

He isn’t my problem, I reminded myself sharply, in a useless attempt at staying on track.He’s just my brother’s stupid sidekick, a tool, a means to an end. He’s nothing more than a fucking snack.

I gave my head a hard shake, trying to clear my jumbled thought. I needed to stay focused on my original plan—payback. Loki stole Gorgias from me, and for that he needed to pay, but when I tried to conjure my lover’s likeness in my mind, his eyes weren’t green like I knew them to be but a rich golden brown—Cameron’s eyes. My lover’s locks had been long and wavy, but all I saw was hair so short that it exposed the alluring curve of Cameron’s neck, his skin smooth and creamy, freckled from the sun, instead of the deeper tan that I knew my Gorgias’s was.

Growling, frustration burning at me, I rubbed the heels of my hands into my eye sockets until I saw starbursts. I needed to stay focused. Cameron was a handsome distraction, that was all.

And possibly getting sick in there all by himself.

Before I could register what I was doing, I found myself reaching for my computer’s power button. “I should probably still check on him,” I said out loud, justifying my action. “I wouldn’t want him todie before he can fulfill his purpose.” I laughed at my own joke, but it sounded flat and hollow.

I’d had a security camera installed in Cameron’s room because the idea of being able to watch him whenever I wanted had appealed to me. Like a real-life version of my wall of candid pictures of him. When I opened the camera app, however, I choked on my breath at the sight that greeted me.

“Ohhh, nooo,” I moaned, pushing my chair back as if I could somehow escape him, even as I reached for the mouse to zoom in. I couldn’t look away, enraptured by the image on my screen.

Cameron lay on the bed, legs spread wide, his back arched off the mattress in the most erotic pose I’d ever seen. His hand was shoved down the front of his sweats, jacking his cock like his life depended on it. I didn’t question how we’d gotten here, a full 180 from how sick he’d been mere minutes ago. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d reacted to the touch as much as I had.

“Sound, I need sound,” I panted as I frantically mashed the keyboard, looking to turn on the microphone, while simultaneously popping the button on my pants with my other hand to relieve the increasing pressure. I felt like I was going to blow my load in my pants if I didn’t hurry.

I finally found the right button and sound erupted from the speaker. “Deimos!” he moaned, his head thrown back against the pillow.

No, that couldn’t have been right. I was hearing things. He couldn’t possibly have called out for me while he masturbated. It was a pretty fantasy, though…

I leaned back in my chair and pulled out my rigid length with one hand, slicking my other palm with spit. “Show me what you got, sidekick,” I growled, wrapping my fist around my girth. I fucked upinto my hand, trying to time my thrusts to his pace, but I wanted it to last, and the way he was going, it would be over before it truly began.

“For the love of Dio,slow down,” I begged, as if he could hear me. It was easy to believe, the way he was staring at the camera—straight at me. It felt personal, intimate, even through the screen. As if he knew I was watching, and he was putting on this show just for me.

It would be fair to say he was feeling better. His face was just as flushed as he was before, but now for an entirely different reason, and he was practicallyglowingwith need. And the sounds he made! Fuuuuuck. Little whimpers and moans. He really was working up quite the sweat. His shirt was hiked up to his chin, his abs flexing as he arched and bucked. My eyes followed the path of dark hair leading down and disappearing into the waistband of his pants. I ached for him to inch those gray sweats just a little… bit… lower…

I held my breath as the smooth head of his dick played peek-a-boo, and it wasn’t until the pressure in my balls built up a head full of steam that I realized I still hadn’t taken a breath, the lack of oxygen increasing my pleasure ten-fold. My hands sparked with stolen power, sending a jolt down my shaft, and I groaned at the zing of pleasurable pain.

He had to be getting close, the way he was going. His breathing was a panting gasp, and his rhythm stuttered. I wished like hell I was in that room with him. I wanted to smell his musky slick, to lick the salt from his skin. Fuck, I wanted to drive my cock into his tight channel and feel the squeeze as he came.

Fit to burst, I grabbed my balls in my free hand and tugged them down and away from my body, prolonging the sweet torture. My eyes threatened to roll back into my skull, but I forced them to stay open. I didn’t want to miss Cameron’s climax.

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