Page 113 of Blinding Light

“Moargan!” Yure came running after him. “Medical just checked him.”

“And?”

“There was a tiny dose of kayde mixed with narcotics, just like was found with Kylix.”

Moargan’s hand clenched around the metal. “Are you saying Cyprian got in touch with Attica?” His need for violence returned with alarming speed, despite the earlier kill. “Arrest the guards. They failed to look after him.”

Yure shook his head. “He didn’t have any guards. We sent everyone out to search for Helianth.”

“Arrest them anyway,” Moargan snarled through clenched teeth. He turned over his shoulder. “They should have known better than to leave him.”

“Moargan…”

“What.”

“I told him you were coming for him.”

Moargan’s hand froze on the doorknob. “Was he awake?”

“He’s been rousing in and out. Whatever he took wasn’t as strong as what Kylix was given.”

“Thank light.” Relief washed through Moargan. “And thank you, friend.”

He closed the door behind him and peered inside. Cyprian was huddled in bed, his black strands a delectable contrast to his fair skin. From up close, Moargan admired the way those curvy, dark lashes fanned his lover’s cheekbones. His closed eyes fluttered.

Home.They’d brought him home.

The realization stole his breath away.

After making sure Cyprian was comfortable, Moargan moved to the windowsill. Taking a long drag from his red cinder cigarette, his gaze swept over Cyprian. “Time to wake up, lover.”

As if hearing his words, Cyprian tossed in his sleep.

“I’m going to need some answers.” Moargan took another drag.

This time, Cyprian didn’t stir.

“No? You don’t want to give me any answers?”

Silence was his only answer.

The need for vengeance swirled inside him, battling with a very different kind of hunger. One that made him want to stake his claim, again and again. “Oh, I’m going to make you talk, even if I need to use force,” Moargan decided. “What the fuck were you thinking, going out there today? You’ve got no idea the shitwe’re in here. Kylix, Helianth, and now you. And you just go out without telling me?”

Moargan flicked away the cigarette and strolled back to the bed. “I deserve some answers.” Taking his time to get out of his shirt, pants, and underwear, he felt a ripple of pleasure as his erection hit his navel with a wet smear. Oh yes, his hunger had only gotten fiercer. “And if you don’t give them to me, then I’ll come and get them myself.”

Fueled by his glowing incisors, Moargan grabbed two large hooks from his bedside drawer and screwed them into the ready holes in the ceiling. Then he grabbed hold of the rope, looping it through the hooks. Cyprian looked even prettier without all that silk wrapped around his long, shapely limbs.

“I shouldn’t be doing this. Not when you’ve just been returned to me.” He stripped Cyprian of his briefs, then folded his knees one by one and tied them up. “But that’s just the kind of guy I am, lover. A devil.Yourdevil. And today, you’ve made me very angry.” With his legs bent tightly, Cyprian’s ass was perfectly presented, his pink little hole a delicious flutter, begging to be filled.

Moargan grabbed the bottle of lube and started opening Cyprian for him, chuckling when his lover squirmed at the connection of the cool wetness at his crease.

Cyprian let out a gasp and pulled on his cuffs.

“No, beautiful, you’re not going anywhere,” Moargan hummed, dipping a finger inside Cyprian through his tight, hot channel. “I want to know where you were. Withwhom.”

Cyprian moaned sleepily and rolled his hips against Moargan’s invasion.

“Oh, you like that, hmm? Want more? Will you tell me where you were?” Moargan slipped in another finger, pushing further as he searched for Cyprian’s prostate. Cyprian panted, hips stuttering as his eyes fluttered, then opened.

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