Page 67 of Blinding Light

Slowly pulling off Cyprian’s cock, Moargan smiled at him. “At your service. Though I must warn you.” Grabbing Cyprian’s legs and hooking them over his shoulders, Moargan winked. “This will be a fast one. You’ve got me all worked up, lover.” He entered his ass ungracefully, though the tightness and heat that enveloped his eager cock had his breath stutter.

Cyprian’s eyes burned from the sting, but after a few experimental rolls, his mouth fell open, going slack.

Moargan thrust hard and fast as he leaned in to kiss every inch of exposed skin he could reach. It made his Royal Consort squirm and pant and his cock jolt in Moargan’s firm grip.

“I’m going to come,” Cyprian warned, voice hoarse from desire.

Moargan’s lips found the delicate skin of Cyprian’s throat. He was close himself, balls tightening and his thrusts causing adelicious build-up that was about to erupt in bliss. Opening his mouth, he let out his incisors and broke Cyprian’s skin, need thrumming his insides.

Cyprian screamed, come filling Moargan’s hand as his cock jerked and he let out moan after moan. “Oh—it’s too much?—”

Moargan came on a growl, tongue darting out to taste Cyprian’s bleeding skin as he pumped through his climax until all he could do was lay still and pant.

And think. There were too many thoughts, swirling inside his head and driving him nuts. He looked down at Cyprian, at his handsome features. He touched his warm, soft skin. He hadn’t lied. He could feel it in the thrum that formed their unique melody.

They laid there for a long time.

Those unwinding thoughts slowly settled as finally a sense of respite kicked in. Moargan’s worry dissipated as peace fogged his mind. He watched as Cyprian left the bed, ass dripping with his come, and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He came back with two glasses of water.

They eyed each other as they drank, the silence strangely comfortable.

Cyprian crawled into his armpit and let out a soft hum when he pressed Moargan’s arm close around his shoulders, caving himself in. He yawned. Barely a minute later, he was asleep.

18

Theo was on campus the next day.

As Cyprian left the canteen with Archer in the morning, both a paper cup with coffee in hand, they saw him walking by, his gaze down, shoulders slumped. An indiscreet crowd followed his every move.

“I feel so bad about yesterday.”

“Well, don’t be.” Archer took a drink, let out an unceremonious string of curses as he burned his tongue, then gave Cyprian a sheepish grin. “Today, he’s a hero.”

Cyprian’s gaze jumped back to the other guy. “He doesn’t look like one. He looks…” His surroundings blurred, and his palm started to burn. Suddenly, instead of campus, his vision was met with a room. The intensity of its inky blackness hit him. He blinked frantically, and the hallucination rocked on its hinges before it started to fade until it was gone.

“Cyprian.” Archer squeezed his arm. “Are you okay?”

Cyprian blinked as the ache in his hand evaporated. “I’m going to go talk to him.”

“To Theo? What? No!”

Flipping Archer off with large strides, Cyprian headedtoward the slumped presence of platinum curls and a rumbled school uniform. When Theo saw him approaching, his eyes hardened, and he jutted his chin forward in a stubborn stance.

“Theo.”

“What do you want,Cyprian?”

“Nothing. I am just…” Cyprian brushed his hair against his temple, then pushed it back behind his ear. “I’m sorry, man, that’s all. I didn’t want this to happen.” It was the truth. But there was something else. Being here, close to Theo, made something crumble inside him and give way to something else.

“I didn’t want to steal from you, Cyprian,” Theo spoke softly. He sounded genuine, so different from the snarling, mouthy captive who had stood in Moargan’s room. It made Cyprian wonder which one of the two was therealTheo.

“I know.”

“Oh, you know nothing.”

Cyprian frowned at the sudden bitterness in his voice. Theo had switched moods once more. “He made me do it. That’s what you said during theAureate.”

Theo cocked his head and took him in with his large eyes. “You heard that?” Suddenly he looked innocent. He brought his hand to Cyprian’s, and the metal of his ring touched Cyprian’s skin.

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