Page 42 of Blinding Light

Cyprian jerked his gaze up, pupils blown but gaze filled with indignation. Moargan cocked an eyebrow. This was new. “I am sorry for falling asleep,” Cyprian hissed, not sounding sorry.

“You’re forgiven. Now, suck.” He didn’t wait for his property’s retort, instead grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down and onto his leaking cock. He groaned when he felt himself sink into the tight heat of Cyprian’s mouth, smiling only faintly when his littleaeonlooked up with a glower. “Fuck, lover, you’re so good.”

He used his grip on Cyprian’s neck to bob his head up and down, picking a rhythm as he used him as the perfect fuck tool. Cyprian gagged when his crown hit the back of his throat, and spit started dribbling down the corners of his lips. “That’s it,” Moargan praised. “You’re doing so good for me. No more sleeping in the guestroom, right?”

Cyprian mumbled something in reply, the vibration causing a pleasant thrum in Moargan’s gut. He laughed, pushing and pulling Cyprian’s mouth faster now. “I can’t hear you, beautiful, your mouth is full ofmycock.”

Cyprian’s eyes flashed, but the yellow irises had turned intoa fine layer surrounded by large, dilated pupils. He was enjoying himself.

That was enough for Moargan to lose himself. Jerking up his hips, he moaned when Cyprian gagged again, pulling him off until his lips were tightly enveloped around his cockhead. And then he came, pouring his come in Cyprian’s mouth, white-hot desire licking inside his veins. His high felt amazing. “Clean it all up, littleaeon.”

Cyprian lapped at his spent shaft, until there was nothing left.

“Good boy.” Moargan patted Cyprian’s head and chuckled when he got a scowl in return. “Now, come on, let’s sleep. It’s late.”

Cyprian didn’t say anything, just gave him a cold stare, but he let himself be spooned into Moargan’s chest as they lay on their side.

It didn’t take him long to pant desperately as Moargan slowly jerked his stiff cock. “You liked that, didn’t you?” He mumbled in Cyprian’s ear.

Cyprian didn’t reply.

“Are you upset now?”

Cyprian’s cock jerked, but he didn’t say anything.

Moargan chuckled, lowering his head to nip at the tender spot on Cyprian’s neck, biting until he drew blood. When he sucked over the mark, soothing the sting, his property moaned.

Moargan let go of Cyprian’s dick, grinning when Cyprian’s hips ground the air for any friction. “Nuh uh. Not tonight. It’s late, and you still need to work on your poor manners. Sleep now, beautiful.”

12

Cyprian stirred awake with the faint taste of Moargan lingering in his mouth. His eyes fluttered open as the memory of last night’s events raced through his head. He was no longer a virgin.

Moargan, Helion’s Imperial heir, had claimed him as his, had given him his very first blowjob, had cuffed him, and had fucked him. How had he come from being a foster kid who’d gone off-planet in search of his biological family to being claimed by a member of the most powerful family of Helion?

Helion. His birth planet? What if it wasn’t?

What if it was?

More importantly, did it matter? He had spilled the truth. They now knew he was a refugee and they had the chip in their possession. They’d find the lists he had purchased, and they were as illegal as his current status.

Why have a baby if you never wanted to keep your child?

Many nights he’d lain awake wondering. Perhaps he hadn’t been a sweet baby. Perhaps he’d scared his parents with his horrific eyes. He’d tried blue contacts for a while, but they had itched his eyes, and he’d given up.

Cyprian rolled onto his side, only to find that Moargan had already left the bed. A sinking feeling bloomed in his stomach and in that moment, he missed the arrogant Imperial. Needed to feel his strong arms around his shoulders as he pulled Cyprian close and moan that he was going to fuck him so good.

His ass clenched at the thought. Histhrobbingass.

Rejection controlled his life, this queasy feeling of insecurity. He’d always wanted to belong. Had always wanted to feel special, and loved.

Sad really.

Maybe. And maybe that was exactly why he was so pliable in the Imperial’s arms.

Because Moargan fed his illusions.

He made him feel desired. He had noticed Cyprian, had chosenhimfrom all those trembling passengers and from the academy.

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