Page 22 of Vile Heart

“Asshole,” Davian snarled through his teeth. “I’m not doing this.” His blush had leaked down his collar, and when he swallowed, the tender skin of his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Fucking beautiful.

“That’s not exactly what you said when I tried to kiss you,” Camren smirked, proud of those words being shared with the whole damn campus. “You said, and I quote, ‘don’t. I can’t have you control every part of my life.’”

“Cam…” Davian warned, shaking his head.

Camren cocked his head. Rage licked his insides, stirring a fire. “But you were wrong, weren’t you?” His voice had dropped, the words a mere scrape through the silence. Even the music had stopped. Camren took a step forward. “Because you couldn’t stay away. You threw me out, then angled me right back in, like a fish on a hook. You fucked up, so I could fix it for you. And I have baby, I’ve fucking fixed everything for you. I always would have and I always will. But you know what I want in return, right?”

Davian’s gaze floundered and he blinked, body sluggish when he stepped back.

“No? You’re not going to give me what I want? Oh, come on now. What’s it going to be…toy or boyfriend?”

Davian glared, only looking away when Jaro threw him his coat.

“Here. Let’s leave.”

“Oh no. No no no.” With one flick of Camren’s finger, Andry plucked the coat out of Davian’s hand. “You’re not going anywhere. You can enjoy the party, drink some more, and have fun with your friends—I’m generous. But you’re leaving with me. And you, little man, you still didn’t answer me. For how long has he slept on your couch?”

“For three weeks,” Jaro admitted.

Camren whistled. “No wonder why you’re so wound up. My poor baby hasn’t had a decent bed for way too long.” He turned back to the student who cracked a hesitant joke, “Seems like you’ve got that part covered,” he said.

“True,’ Camren hummed. “Though from the looks of it, I might need a leash to take my man away.” When Davian balked, he burst out laughing. “What do you think, friend?”

This time the student didn’t reply.

Yeah, Camren wanted to yank Davian by his collar and force him down onto his fucking knees, fill his mouth with cock, and let him drink it all down. But he wouldn’t. And despite his show of supremacy—because that’s what it was in the end, a show—he needed to give Davian space. Whatever process his former best friend was going through, was his. All he could do was promise him the stars and protect him with his life. Davian was his.

Turning around, he slowly made his way back to the bar through the space the crowd had created. “We’re leaving in an hour, baby. Don’t worry—we’ll find you and take you where you need to be. Now, come Andry, let’s get a drink.”

They polished off another round of jagx.

“So, how’s everyone else enjoying their Praeda?”

“Everyone’s doing just fine.”

“Hmm.” Camren winked at Emeryx, who had found his way back to the bar. His eyes darted around, taking in everything and everyone. “Got to admit, that man of yours is sexy as fuck and a good hand of trouble. Just how I like them.”

Camren let it slip with a good-hearted chuckle. Coming from Emeryx, the words weren’t a surprise. He was batshit crazy like that. Emeryx’s eyes peered into the crowd and he froze. He hummed, then fisted his glass, blindly gulping it down in one go. He cleaned his mouth with the sleeve of his blazer, then hopped off his chair, eyes never leaving his target. “Alright, I’m off.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Camren shook his head, knowing that whoever his brother had found, was in deep fucking trouble. Tonight was a good party. He hadn’t lied though. He wanted to leave. Wanted to fuck Davian’s fine ass into their future together, wanted to have Davian naked and spread on their new bed. The bed he once fled from.

After their kiss, after their sudden rupture, Camren had concluded that Davian hadn’t wanted his advances. Hadn’t wanted him in his bed, despite the intimacy they frequently sought. Camren had been furious when Davian just disappeared like that. Yes, he could have barged into Mink’s utility shop and demanded to speak to Davian, but he hadn’t lied before—Camren didn’t beg. And though his feelings had been crushed, that was a bridge he couldn’t cross. He’d trusted that one day, Davian would be back.

“Where the fuck is he?” He muttered to himself, peering into the darkness and right at the flickering, red hearts. Which one was his baby?

Davian was either extremely proud or extremely afraid, Camren wasn’t sure. The embodiment of a good boy. He studied hard, played sports, and treated others kindly. He’d created the perfect image, nicely tucked in the shadows of the top performers—The Black Harts. He was good, but not remarkable. He was a solid reason for a solid future.

Camren’s eyes fluttered at the thought of Davian’s body, trembling against his in the darkness. The recollection of Davian’s hoarse moans licked fire at his insides, already driving him to the brim of desire. Davian’s hot, tight ass, clenched around his cock. Camren had made him fall apart twice tonight, and had destroyed his defenses. There was no way he’d make it home without sinking his fat dick into that tight hole one more time.

Davian had been afraid and miserable. He had missed Camren. Now it was time for the full truth to be revealed.

9

Camren stood lingering by the dance floor. He watched Galya having fun with her friends, his insides all over the place. He’d come here tonight to have a good time with her.

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