Page 96 of Blinding Light

“Me too,” Cyprian whispered.

Morgan tangled his finger around a lock of raven hair. “Just me and my lovelyaeon. I can think of so many ways of havingyou. Slow. Rough. Gentle. Hmm… Tied up, drugged, desperate, and begging for my cock.”

“Moargan,” Cyprian pulled his face back with hot cheeks. ”I have more questions.”

“Of course you do.”

“Did you choose those diamonds yourself? Or were they given to you by the laboratory?”

Moargan’s hand tightened around Cyprian’s waist as he pulled him closer. “These are gifted by my family. The two in the back come from my grandfather. The one in the middle comes from my mother. I chose the ones in the front when I was thirteen.” He dipped his chin and pressed a kiss on Cyprian’s nose. “Touch them.”

Cyprian grimaced, though his fingertips slid down over Moargan’s cheek to his lips. “Why do I get the feeling that this is the part where you’ll end up biting me after all?”

Moargan chuckled. “They are made to hurt.” Baring his teeth, he rolled his eyes at Cyprian’s cute frown. He couldn’t really think that Moargan would hurt him.

Slowly, carefully, Cyprian traced the shape of the sculpted jewels that adorned Moargan’s incisors. His gaze flicked up. “They are silver once more.”

Moargan nodded, swallowing with unexpected feelings. His body trembled in delight at Cyprian’s gentle discovery, his fingers gingerly tracing the shape of the sources of Moargan’s power. It made him feel…vulnerable.

“Such pretty gems for such violence,” Cyprian mused. “These things make you crave violence, right?”

Moargan nodded. He couldn’t really answer any question with his mouth open. Right now, Cyprian’s fingers were still probing, a sense of wonder glittering in those mesmerizing eyes.

“So, if I’d take them out, would you lose your appetite to hunt?”

He shook his head, then bared his teeth just to hear him squeal once more. He kept his fingers in place though. Fast learner.

“No? And it wouldn’t stop you from hearing other people’s heartbeats?” Cyprian’s index finger skidded over a gem.

Moargan shook his head.

“No? What other superpowers do you have?” Cyprian smiled at his own words, then finally retrieved his finger, watching Moargan’s mouth before dropping a kiss on Cyprian’s fingertip.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, lover? My teeth were a great gift. Our secret to being the strong leaders we are. I don’t often bite my prey with them if that’s what you’re afraid of.” He grinned. “But they inject me with desire. Desire to hunt and catch and kill.”

Cyprian shivered.

“But you’re right, there’s more. I also have night vision. I thought that perhaps you did too with the intensity of your irises, but when I chased you down in my house that night, you seemed lost.”

“I don’t think I have night vision.” Cyprian slid his hand up to feel Moargan’s hair. “You’re right. For me, it’s quite the opposite. I often get blinded by the lights.”

“What do you mean?”

Cyprian let out a soft hum when his fingers brushed through his blond strands. “I love blond hair,” he whispered instead. “Nikkie had—has—blond hair. I used to comb hers.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Yes.” Cyprian’s fingers moved up to the top of Moargan’s head, to where his hair was fullest, and he sighed. “As for the light, I don’t really know what to say.”

Moargan said nothing but waited for what was to come.

“I mentioned to you before how the light on Helion is different. I don’t know why or what, but perhaps that’s what arousesthese visions I’ve been getting. Or maybe—” Cyprian stopped himself and cleared his throat, leaving Moargan to wonder why he felt uncomfortable. That big mind of his was a mystery. Talking with Cyprian often felt like dancing around a flame. Cyprian let out a soft chuckle. “Maybe it’s our bond.”

“My beautiful lover. It’s because you’re Dariux, give it some time to build up. You were made to be powerful. You were made for destruction and beauty.”

“At least I can make light bulbs explode.” Cyprian rolled his eyes. “Wow.”

Moargan smiled too, mostly because he loved Cyprian’s smile. “You’ve got to start somewhere. Why did you want to keep this from my father when he asked about it?”

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