Page 62 of Blinding Light

Outside both men were facing each other, waiting for the crowd to finish their loud, mutual countdown.

When they finally reached one, they were met with silence.

Moargan whistled low. “For how he hates the Aureate, my brother sure is good at it.” He used his hands to wriggle Cyprian out of the tight leathers.

“Don’t.” Cyprian tried to slap his hands away, but Moargan held on tight. The leather finally dropped to the floor, followed by his underwear.

“You’re painfully aroused for someone who keeps on complaining,” Moargan remarked, sounding smug.

Cyprian kept his gaze straight ahead. He didn’t want to miss a moment of the horrifying, unrolling scene, and most certainly didn’t want to acknowledge how that affected him. Moargan was right. He was hard.

Outside, the two guys still stood in a face-off, one dressed in white, the other in purple. One in full control, the other trembling.

It seemed to last forever, but finally, Helianth made a move. Afaintmove.

It was enough for Theo to let out a gasp and run away. He headed straight for the closed doors and started banging on them. “Please!” He cried out.

The crowd cheered.

“Please,” Moargan mimicked, mouth back on Cyprian’s throat. “Poor lamb sure got himself caught up in the wrong game.”

Cyprian was startled when Moargan slid down his back, down to his knees, burying his face between his ass cheeks. “Give me a debriefing, will you.”

Cyprian’s gasp turned into a moan when Moargan spread them apart and nuzzled his crack. “This is—” Losing his balance, he thwacked forward and planted his palms against the window. Pleasure thrummed inside his body.

Helianth started walking after Theo, a stroll that reminded him of what had happened to himself at Moargan’s mansion. He had been terrified. At least he had been alone. He couldn’t imagine how it must be for Theo to be watched by a troop of hungry wolves, some of those his friends.

Helianth’s eyes flashed and he snarled, showing off the purple gems in his mouth.

Cyprian gasped at the sudden change. “I think—I think he’s going to kill him.”

“Already? Why do you think so?” Moargan’s tongue probed deeper inside Cyprian’s hole, and he groaned at the wicked mixture of pleasure and obscenity.

Theo, who had started running away from Helianth, repeated his begging for forgiveness in a slur of words of praise for the Imperial. Words that were ignored.

“Push down on my tongue,aeon. Fuck my tongue with your hole.”

Cyprian couldn’t help but obey, desire had gripped him in its clutches.

“Why is he so cruel?” he moaned, rocking his hips back and forth.

Moargan pulled off. “Because it’s in our nature. Dariux’s live for cruelty. I wonder what special enhancements they gave you.” After a final pass, Moargan stood. Cyprian heard the material rustle, knowing—craving—what was to come. The bottle of lube clicked open, and he smelled the vague scent of almonds. His heart thundered with anticipation, eyes glued to the scene,to where Theo had slid down to his knees, panting heavily. He hissed at the intrusion of Moargan’s fingers, forcing himself to relax into the touch. When Moargan pressed his prostate, he mewled against the glass, creating fog from a desire on its brilliant surface.

“Theo has given up,” he whispered. “There’s no way out.” Something tugged at his chest. His cock jolted.

“Has he?” Moargan lifted the back of Cyprian’s cape and shoved it aside, giving him full access to his bare ass.

Cyprian felt his cockhead press against his hole and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation. The burn was intense, followed by the stretch. More burn, then a feeling so full he could barely breathe.

“He is begging,” he choked out, and he arched his back to give Moargan more space, his nose pressing against the glass.

Moargan hummed against his throat. “And you, littleaeon?” he murmured. “Are you going to beg?” Slowly, Moargan pulled back, until his cockhead was the only part left in Cyprian’s ass. Then he thrust back in, making Cyprian feel as if he was going to fly through the glass wall. Turning his head, he flinched at the sudden coolness as it touched the searing skin of his cheek.

Moargan chuckled. “Come on, beg me, and I might make this pleasurable for you too.”

Outside, Theo held up his hands. “He made me do it!” His words were muffled through the crowd, but somehow Cyprian heard them loud and clear.

Helianth held up his hands and everything stopped. Then, he took off and ran for Theo, an elegant flutter as he dove over the field, eyes flashing as he kept the audience in a chokehold. Theo barely had time to realize what was happening, his movement sluggish when he saw the large Imperial coming for him. Theo got up and fled, crying out as he did, the sound imitated in a cruel mockery by the audience. He ran circling the arena, but Helianth closed in on him and grabbed him by his neck,dragging him toward the center of the arena. He dropped him down and tore open Theo’s purple jumpsuit, growling when his prisoner tried to escape. It was useless, Helianth’s grip too tight. A final howl tore through the audience, and then Helianth started brutally fucking Theo.

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