Page 130 of Blinding Light

“There was so much hate.”

“We will destroy them.”

“Yes.” Cyprian nodded, and their rhythm became one as they both moved, searching for each other. “We will.”

Tilting Cyprian’s head back, Moargan gazed over his lover’s shoulder, keeping him in place while increasing the speed. Their slapping balls and panting breaths filled the air as desire slipped inside the Waltr, creeping around them like the softest blanket.

“You are mine,” Moargan growled.Mine, mine, mine.

“Moargan mine,” Cyprian whispered, and Moargan purred at the words, fisting his hand around Cyprian’s dick. Stroking him fast and rough, he felt Cyprian’s knees buckle. His lover leaned back into his tight hold, trusting him with everything he had.

Moargan could feel it. The bond tugged, spurring need through him. His cock swelled inside Cyprian’s ass, and then Cyprian came on a scream, slicking the windows with hisrelease. Moargan kept on milking him, forcing every drop to be spilled, enjoying how his own climax approached.

“Fuck, yeah.” He was ready. He was so ready to blow inside the sweetest of asses.

White hot pleasure blanked him out for the shortest of seconds, and Moargan groaned as he filled Cyprian’s hole with his come. Streams and streams of it, his climax ravaging his insides.

Until finally, there was quietness. Everything stilled.

“Cyprian?” Moargan’s eyes were still closed, yet he could see his lover. In his mind. Cyprian was sitting by his mother’s bed, next to his father. His mother’s eyes were closed per usual, but they fluttered vividly. His father held her hand, but her other hand was on Cyprian. Her lips moved as if she was talking, but no words left her mouth.

“You saved my son.”

So it was true. She had instructed him. And together they had found Helianth.

Moargan opened his eyes. They were lying on the floor of the Waltr. Cyprian’s eyes were closed, but as if he felt Moargan’s stare, he opened them. A pair of yellow orbs, bright as the planet itself, painted with long, black lashes.

Cyprian was perfection.

He smiled at Moargan. “Did you see?”

“I did.”

“Good.” He snuggled against Moargan. “I’m getting cold.”

“Let’s head to bed.”

Cyprian yawned. “For the rest of the day. You promised.”

They made their way down and got comfortable in bed. With Cyprian breathing steadily in the crook of Moargan’s neck, and Moargan’s arm wrapped tightly around his lover’s shoulder, keeping him in place, they both sagged in satisfaction.

“Angel,” Cyprian said. “Please tell me they arrested everyone today?”

“They did.” Moargan kissed the top of his head. “Those guys are in some serious shit. With Kylix back, and after what has been done to both him and Helianth, interrogations will last for hours. Bloody, horrific hours.” He licked his lips, desire rolling low. “Their lives are in our hands now. And we’ll do as we please.”

“The ice,” Cyprian said instead, ignoring Moargan’s appearing devil.

“Yeah, Kylix wasn’t too happy about that. Whoever’s responsible for that, will be next on my cousin’s list.” He faked a shiver. “I wouldn’t want to be on his shit list.”

Kylix had a reputation when it came to performing interrogations.

“I’ve got another question.”

Moargan hummed.

“What does davon-tus mean?”

Moargan blinked. “Why?”

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