Page 50 of Blinding Light

Leaning down, Moargan opened his bedside drawer,grabbing the bottle of lube. “I want you to ride me,aeon. Let me prepare you nicely.”

Cyprian’s heart rate picked up at that promise, making Moargan smirk. “You’d better get used to this, lover. We’re bound together now, you and me. And I will fuck you whenever I want. Where I want.” He put a generous amount of lube on his throbbing cock. His briefs and pants hung loosely over his ass with only the waistband on the front tucked back and pulled under his balls.

Cyprian’s yellow glare seared into his movements, his nose flaring.

“Come here.” Seated on his knees, Moargan pulled Cyprian’s chest against his own and lowered his ass onto his cock.

Cyprian hissed when Moargan’s cockhead pierced through his clenching passage. “That’s it. Take all of me.” When Cyprian hesitated, Moargan slapped his ass. “Fuck, that feels good.” He slapped him on the other cheek and pulled him down at the same time, fully sheathing himself inside with a satisfied purr. “Show me what you got, littleaeon. Ride my cock.”

Cyprian started moving, hips grinding as he curled his arms around Moargan’s neck, pressing their chests together. “It still feels weird,” he pouted, though he tilted his head back, mouth gone slack, panting while he found his rhythm. It was a rhythm that reverberated in Moargan’s own heart.

Throwing up his own hips, he met Cyprian’s thrusts, his gifted senses overloaded. Cyprian’s scent and sweat mingled with arousal and that heartbeat that threatened to tick out of his chest. Cyprian’s yellow eyes were hooded, their intent gaze burning into his as they got lost in their rhythm of thrusts and moans, of heat and hunger. Racing for the finish, Moargan’s arms tightened around Cyprian’s when he felt his balls draw up, toes curling from the intensity of his nearing orgasm.

“Fuck my fist,” he whispered.

Cyprian whined, hips thrusting faster and faster, and then helet out a howl. Come spilled out, dripping over Moargan’s fingers as his entire body seemed to shake with his release. Looking down, Moargan watched Cyprian’s orgasm, and it was enough for his own climax. He emptied himself with a grunt in Cyprian’s tight ass, lingering in the afterglow of pleasure until Cyprian wiggled his ass in discomfort. Helping him up, Moargan rolled them onto his side. He reached out to grab a towel from the floor to clean both of them up.

Cyprian lay, eyes shut, a small smile on his lips and Moargan couldn’t help but wonder what he thought. Was he here, with him? Or was he back on his canvas, in that house?

There were so many questions he wanted to ask him. What did he truly think of the claiming? Had it secretly warmed his heart, like it had warmed Moargan’s?

“Luminary will guard you everywhere you go. It’s for your safety.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“Not a baby.” But his, nevertheless.

14

“Excuse me, who are you?”

Cyprian smiled politely at the redhead at the door. The woman looked to be in her forties and eyed him suspiciously as she leaned against the door.

“My name is Cyprian Creighton.” He held his breath, watching her intently. Hoping that by some miracle, she’d recognize him, the child she’d put up for adoption.

She didn’t.

Instead, she shook her head and glanced away, clearing her throat. “Listen, kid, I don’t know who you are but take my advice—” She jutted her chin and Cyprian followed her brown gaze to where the black hovercar was parked with Luminary guards. “And get the hell out of here. This neighborhood is not safe for you.”

“I don’t care about that,” Cyprian rushed. “I’ve come here to find my mother.”

“Well, it ain’t me. I had a son, but he died in a previous life.”

“According to my reports?—”

The door slammed in his face.

“You gave him up twenty years ago.” The rest of his wordsgot swept up by the wind. Cyprian let out a heavy breath and turned on his heel. He ignored the Luminary guards who were parked so obnoxiously in the street.

22222 Skyrocket Drive. An address so untypical that he had remembered it by heart. Unfortunately, it was one of the only ones he’d registered in his mind. And without his data, he wouldn’t be able to visit the others.

He had asked Moargan if he could get it back, but the only answer he’d had was a wave of his chip, a condescending chuckle from Aviel and Yure’s question to help them get access to his data.

Nope. Not going to happen. He wouldn’t hand them his discretions on a silver platter.

Strolling back to the bus stop, Cyprian kept his head down. The woman had been right, the area was rough. It was nothing like where he’d been before when he’d managed to roam the streets by himself, or what the streets close to campus looked like.

This part of his research was much harder than he’d thought. To roam the streets of an unfamiliar planet and knock on doors. To hope—inwardly begging forthatmoment where he’d finally be welcomed with tears and hugs. Buckets of love would be toppled over him, and he wouldbelong, would finally be home.

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