Page 66 of Blinding Light

“Okay, will do. Honestly, it’s not a burden to keep the guy a little closer.”

Moargan snorted at that, then climbed into the car and sat down next to Cyprian. Something was up. And though he couldn’t grasp it, he could sense it. He eyed Cyprian who sat staring outside the window, his mind far away. There was no way he would have known how to download spyware onto that chip. He had no reason to. Right?

Then Theo. He had stolen the chip. Perhaps he had known how to contaminate the data before removing all the files. But then, Theo had been caught. People didn’t tend to lie once they had been arrested. It would take one determined motherfucker to lie to an Imperial.

This whole incident left Moargan feeling on edge.

Once they entered the mansion, he patted Cyprian on his ass, ignoring how his Royal Consort scowled at him.

“Take a shower, lover. Prep yourself for me.” Toeing off his shoes, Moargan padded to the window, a red cinder cigarette in hand. “And keep the door open, I want to see you do it.” When Cyprian opened his mouth to protest, he simply held up his hand. “Enough. You will obey. Tonight, I’m not in the mood for games. The house is swarmed with Luminary, and you don’t want Yure and Aviel barging in here while I’m fucking you. Or do you?”

Cyprian pressed his lips tight, yellow eyes brimming with rage.

“What, littleaeon? Are you going to explode some more lights? There’s nothing you can do that I can’t repair.” When he took a step in his direction, Cyprian hissed like a cornered cat but turned on his heel and got inside the bathroom. “Door, lover. Keep it open. I want to see.”

Moargan could feel Cyprian’s glower even with him hidden behind the glass door of the shower. Though his vision was blurred, Moargan could only imagine Cyprian using the bottle of lube, fingerfucking his ass to get it nice and slick for Moargan’s cock.

He tipped his head back and exhaled a puff of red smoke. Fuck yeah, he was ravenous. Today had made him furious. Before Cyprian, he would have used any upsetting occasion to call for an Aureate, to have some poor bastard run around in trembling fear before he tracked them down and struck.

Moargan licked his jewelled incisors at those bittersweet memories. There were too many to bring up any specific events and he’d equally loved fucking or killing them. Still, there was something deliciously dark about the way his brother used a soft hand with his victims. He was good at just standing there, waiting, feigning the illusion there was still a way out. And then…

Bang.

He’d attack.

“I’m ready.” Cyprian stood in the door opening, a towel wrapped around his lithe frame, covering his pale, smooth skin and those long, sculpted limbs. Looking anywhere but at him.

“No, you’re not.” Flicking the cigarette away, Moargan got up, not missing how his Royal Consort flinched.

“I am.” Cyprian tilted his chin in defiance.

Heat flared through Moargan’s groin. “Drop the towel and lay on the bed, legs bent. Then you are ready. Do it now,aeon.”

Cyprian pinched his lips and glared at him. Then he tore away the towel and stalked to the bed, the back of his head hitting his pillow. He swallowed, then lifted his legs, bending them at the knee.

“Fuck, yeah. Look at that beautiful, pink, little hole.” Moargan moved to the head of the bed and undressed. Then he climbed onto the bed and settled between Cyprian’s spread thighs, stroking his own cock with lube.

“I’ve already told you this before. I’m not a good person. Those who get in my way, always regret it.” He grabbed hold of Cyprian’s rigid dick and gave it a few firm strokes with his lubed hand, before sliding down and to his heavy balls.

Cyprian sucked in a ragged breath, nodding.

“Imagine that I’d find out that you were somehow responsible for today’s fire. What do you think I’d do to you?” Leaning in, Moargan’s mouth found Cyprian’s and he placed a soft kiss, before licking a line down, over the curve of his Adam’s apple to his nipple. He felt Cyprian tremble below him, breath hitching and knees trembling.

“You’d kill me.”

Moargan’s teeth came out and nipped at the erect nub, circling it until Cyprian let out a high-pitched moan. “Hmm.” tracing his way to the other nipple, Moargan sucked until both were perfectly erect. “A gorgeous creature like yourself?” Hismouth traced further down, and Cyprian's chest heaved as he dipped his chin, watching Moargan’s every move.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His heartbeat was rapid. Moargan couldn’t help but wonder if it was purely desire.

“You’d make me a s-soldier.”

“Nah.” Moargan flicked his tongue over the head of Cyprian’s flushed crown, smiling when his property gasped. He looked up as he licked away the stickiness. “I’d keep you. That’s a promise I made myself. But if it turns out that you are not who you say you are, you’ll live in punishment. In pain. In a state of burning desire that will never be satisfied. Now, beg for me to fuck you.”

Cyprian’s cock twitched when Moargan took it in his mouth, suckling it and sliding down until he had most of it inside.

“I—” Cyprian choked out, writhing on the bed. His hand landed on Moargan’s blond hair and he brushed the strands. “F-fuck me.” He finally managed. “Please.”

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