Page 47 of The Chosen Son

“Cameron!” he shouted, his voice hitting a high pitch, causing me to pull the phone away from my ear, wincing. “Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been calling you for weeks!” Weeks? Had it really been that long?

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I drawled, guilt niggling at me.

“Sorry? That’s all you have to say? That you’resorry?!” he belted out. “Tell me where you are. I’ll come get you.”

I nibbled on a fingernail. “Uhhh… you know, I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” I didn’t need saving. I was currently lying in Deimos’s bed, because we no longer needed the pretense of the cell. I could leave anytime I wanted.

“It’s very necessary! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? One minute we’re gearing up for battle, the next, you were just…poof!I tore that damn hospital apart for hours looking for you! You’d just up and vanished without a trace! And now Deimos is holding you against your will! When I get my hands on him, I’m going to tear him limb from limb!”

I’d never seen Phobos anything but nice and sweet, and this side of him was giving me heartburn. “Hey, you know Deimos never intended to kidnap any babies, right?”

There was a tense silence through the phone, and I looked down at the screen to make sure the call was still connected. Finally, he said, “Why does that matter right now?” His voice, which had been so full of fear, had turned wary and suspicious.

“Well, I just think it’s important that you know that. Your brother’s not such a bad guy, you know. He never planned to hurt anyone, and he’s been really good to me since I’ve been here. Great food, all the streaming apps, a comfortable bed—”

And of course, at the mention of bed, the door opened and the man in question strolled in, wearing a sexy smirk and carrying a tray loaded up with scrambled eggs, sausages, and cut fruit. He didn’t seem surprised to see me talking to Phobos, and I wondered if he’d talked to his brother at all since he took me.

“You can’t trust him,” Phobos snapped, but I wasn’t really listening to anything he was saying. My full attention had shifted to watching Deimos as he set the food on the table then walked—prowled—closer. He moved with such languid grace, I was infatuated, and Phobos’s voice faded into the background.

Deimos dragged the blanket back with excruciating patience, exposing my naked body to him, his heated gaze devouring me inch by inch. My flesh warmed under his perusal, my cock waking up to say hello. “Don’t mind me,” he whispered, crawling onto the bed between my legs. “Keep talking on the phone.”

Forcing my attention back to the call, I heard Phobos saying something about what a no-good, dirty rogue his brother was—and Deimos seemed determined to show me just how depraved he could be.

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled into the phone as Deimos licked from my knee, all the way up the inside of my thigh, nudging at my balls, over my shaft, not stopping until he was laving at my nipples,one then the other. “Oh yeah, he’s the absoluteworst—” I bit back a gasp as he clamped down, biting my oversensitive nipple and sending a thrill of arousal through me.

Deimos looking up at me through his lashes as he slithered his way back down, dragging his torso across my erection. I knew I should hang up the phone, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate long enough to say goodbye, and I’d already worried Phobos enough. I didn’t need him tearing the city apart next in his efforts to locate me.

“I’m glad we agree,” Phobos said, sounding satisfied. “While I’m glad he hasn’t hurt you, I want you to remember that he’s the bad guy. You have to know he’s been using you.”

He was using me alright, as a popsicle. Taking a hold of my shaft in his fist, Deimos wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and sank down, encasing me in his warm, wet mouth. He moaned as if I were the tastiest snack he’d ever had, the vibration of his purr making my balls clench tight. He brought me deeper than I thought possible, until I was nudging at the back of his throat, then he sucked gently and swallowed. It felt absolutely incredible, but it wasn’t until he slipped a finger into my ass, crooked just perfectly to stroke my prostate, that my brain glitched.

Pure erotic pleasure crested inside me, colliding and clashing, and when it came in contact with that tiny growing bead of power, it erupted in a hot arc of blue electricity. Deimos popped off in shock, and my eyes flew open.

Deimos reluctantly pulled out of my ass, and as much as I tried to keep my disappointment contained, a sound must’ve slipped out, because Phobos paused. “Cameron, are you okay?” he asked.

“I-I…” Coherent thought was out of the question, let alone full sentences.

Thankfully, Deimos plucked the phone from my hand. “Sorry, Brother, Cameron’s gotta go now. We’re terribly busy.”

“Busy doing what?” I heard Phobos snap.

I chewed anxiously on my lower lip, and Deimos arched an eyebrow at me, as though issuing a dare. Instead of all the terribly inappropriate answers he could have provided, he said simply, “I don’t think you want the answer to that question.” Then he hung up and tossed my phone aside on the mattress.

His eyes narrowed accusingly, and I shrank back. “Care to tell me what that was?”

I felt fully exposed the way he was watching me, but when I tried to grab the blanket to pull over myself, he snatched it back. “Cameron, seriously. What was that spark?”

Why did I feel guilty? I’d done nothing wrong. “I-I need you to… take a little more from me.”

My eyes skittered off to the right, but he tucked a finger under my jaw and turned my face back. “I didn’t take enough?”

“It’s not that. It’s just… I can feel it building up again.” I huffed and took his hand from my jaw, and entwining our fingers, I laid his palm over my heart. “It’s not like a bucket you can dump out and be done with it. It will just keep coming back and back and back…” My throat grew tight, choking off my words, and my vision grew blurry with the threat of tears. “Please… tell me you can handle a little more.”

In reply, I felt his hand begin to heat, my skin tingling beneath his touch. I could feel this toxic power leaching from me through our connection, and I gasped at the sensation. “Deimos!” I moaned, dragging our joined hands down to where my erection was weeping.

Together, we wrapped our hands around my dick, stroking it slowly. “Is that better, little omega?” he asked, his voice rich and deep.

“So gooood,” I groaned, bucking my hips in time.

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