Page 40 of Blinding Light

“Did you see how I punished that guy?”

Another nod.

“That’s because I can do whatever the fuck I want. So when I say you’re mine, whose are you?” Slowly Moargan pulled out, only to push back in. “Well?” He started nice and easy, wanting Cyprian to breathe past the discomfort and relax.

“Yours.” Cyprian gasped in euphoria, and Moargan knew his cock had brushed Cyprian’s prostate.

“Say it again,” he growled, speeding up the rolls of his hips until Cyprian welcomed each thrust with a delicious moan.

“Yours.” Cyprian’s voice was tight and he arched his back as he fisted his hands. Completely exposed, and vulnerable, and perfect.

“That’s right. Good light, you’re tight,” Moargan groaned. This was ecstasy. Squeezing Cyprian’s thighs, he started thrusting ruthlessly, short and deep, led by the rhythm of Cyprian’s heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His littleaeonmoaned and the sound drove him mad. Moargan doubled his efforts, sweat forming on his forehead as he looked down to where they were connected. Cyprian’s dick bounced on his stomach, hard and leaking, his arms bound above his head, useless. His face was flushed, wet lips agape and his eyes squeezed shut.

Grabbing hold of Cyprian’s dick, he worshipped the way Cyprian moaned in longing. A long, filthy moan spilled.

“Are you going to come for me,aeon?”

Cyprian’s eyes opened and his entire body tensed up. Their gazes met and a sensation of electricity filled the room. Moargan’s mouth fell open, sweat dripping down his temples as he kept up the pace, feeling his own orgasm approaching. A lightbulb exploded, and then Cyprian’s molten eyes turned golden and he bellowed, cock erupting with release.

It made Moargan’s orgasm rattle his insides. Ropes of come shot inside Cyprian’s hole and Moargan milked himself with sloppy thrusts until he’d emptied himself completely. Only then did he drop Cyprian’s legs and collapse beside him, hands finding the cuffs to release Cyprian from his restraints.

“Good light,” Cyprian whispered as he moved onto his side, away from Moargan, and he rubbed his wrists. “I need—can I please—I feel weird. Like my ass has been drummed with a massive rod.”

“Well, it has.” Moargan chuckled when Cyprian let out a snort. Did he want to cuddle? Moargan wondered. It had been his first time after all. But Cyprian didn’t look like he wanted a hug. Now that the high was wearing off, he looked closed-off and itchy, his defenses back up.

“Want to finish that beer?” Moargan joked. “It might be warm now.”

“No,” Cyprian grimaced. Then he rolled himself off the bed, wincing as he stood up to his full height. Naked. He ignored Moargan’s appreciative whistle with a delicate sniff. “Can I please take a shower?”

“Do you have to ask me for permission?”

Cyprian hesitated. “I don’t know. Do I?”

“No.” Moargan gestured nonchalantly toward the bathroom. “Do whatever you like. You live here now.”

Swinging his long legs out of bed, Moargan didn’t wait for Cyprian to get out of the bathroom and put on some clothes. Now that he had him where he wanted, Moargan didn’t want tomake him feel more uncomfortable by crowding him right now.

Without a word, he closed the bedroom door behind him, then padded toward the kitchen in nothing but his pair of sleeping pants and a tight tank.

“You look like you had a good night.” Yure sat on one of the stools, rolling a glass of whiskey in his hand. “First some violence, and then the reward it deserved.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You can say that.” Moargan set the bottles of beer back on the counter. “The guy needed to burn though. My brother doesn’t always play his part with conviction, so he can use some help.” Branding the thief felt good. Cathartic even.

“This way, Helianth will have his fair share during theAureate,” Yure agreed.

“My thoughts.” Moargan joined Yure at the bar, accepting the glass his friend slid over. “Have you checked that chip yet?”

Yure nodded. “Theo wasn’t lying. It’s secured with off-planet technology, so it will take Aviel a bit longer to gain access. He just texted me. Unless Cyprian wants to help us decode his chip?”

“As if that’s going to happen.” Moargan took a drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Has everything been confirmed for tomorrow?”

“Yes. Live press conference at eight in the morning. You don’t have to be present.”

“Sweet.” Moargan finished his drink. “More cuddle time for me then.’

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