Page 10 of Blinding Light

Moargan leaned his cheek on the smooth wood, looking down. “Oh, you were thinking of running away? While you and I are having a conversation? I must say—” He lowered himself until they were on the same eye level. “Your manners are appalling. It makes me wonder if you’re going to be a right fit for Helion standards.”

Xander’s gaze flinched as if he’d been slapped. “I apologize,” he finally stammered. “I didn’t mean to offend you…sir.” He shuffled closer to the door as he flexed his arms and legs.

Clever.

You definitely are a runner.

Moargan’s eyes zoomed in on Xander’s clenched fist. This was about to get better—the guy was hiding something, and Moargan wanted answers. He opened his multi-slate and quickly tapped out a message to one of the Luminary guards who were outside.

“Yeah, but here’s the problem. You kind of did, littleaeon.”

Xander’s extraordinary eyes widened when he watched Moargan lick his jewelled incisors.

He bolted for the door to get out, but it had been locked. He let out a pained growl. “What the—” Xander pushed again.

“They locked the door from the outside.” Slowly catching up with him, Moargan licked at his bottom lip. “I guess it’s just you and me now.”

“No! I mean—” panic set in on Xander’s face. “Please.”

“Please…what?” Moargan took a final step, so close he could see the layer of sweat on Xander’s forehead. He wondered what his skin tasted like on his tongue. Cool, sweet fear intermingled with desperate resistance.

Fuck, he sure hoped this stranger would resist him.

“Please forgive me,” Xander muttered. Then he jumped out of the way and gave Moargan a vicious kick against his knee that made him fly forward and crash against the door. He grunted, taken by surprise at the sudden throb in his forehead. His lip split from the collision, and when he swept his thumb over it, he felt the wetness of his own blood. Licking the iron flavour off his digit, he swirled around, facing a panting Xander. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Xander stammered. “I just want to get out of here. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I…” He started running when Moargan approached him again. There was nowhere to go.

Moargan’s foot kicked out to trip his prey, mind filled with the seductive rattling of Xander’s heartbeat, and he bent over to capture the little liar by the throat and haul him up against the wall.

Xander wheezed, struggling as his breath came in fast pants, hands batting around him as he fought for air Moargan wasn’t giving him.

Moargan was hard. There was nothing better than a good chase in life, and this was a worthy prize. A yellow-eyed treasure with dilated pupils that gave away more than he wanted. “You know what I think?” He pressed a thigh between Xander’s legs, spreading them wider. Xander thrashed in his hold, but he was trapped and running out of breath. Moargan pushed against his thigh and watched in fascination as Xander let out a string of unintelligible words through his ragged breath. “Does that turn you on, littleaeon?”

Xander shook his head violently, desperate for air.

“I think it does. Look at that.” Moargan slid a hand down Xander’s black shirt, feeling firm muscle beneath his fingertips. Teasing the waistband of Xander’s black pants, he let his fingers ghost over his straining crotch. “Already hot and throbbing, beautiful. I bet you’re wet for me.” Xander swallowed, shaking violently.

Moargan smirked. “Such a bad, little liar.”

His long fingers unbuckled the belt around Xander’s black cargo pants and popped open the button. “Look at that.” Xander’s simple, black briefs were tented from his erection, and he shivered as he watched Moargan put his hand inside his pants.

Moargan’s amethyst eyes zoomed in on the long, thick cock as he exposed it slowly, licking his lips when his fingers dipped into the precum that beaded the pink crown. “Already dripping for me, and you are still telling me you don’t like this?”

Xander shook his head but let out a strangled gasp as his cock jolted in Moargan’s hand.

Moargan grinned and brought his hand up lightly tap Xander's nose before painting his own slick arousal over Xander’s trembling lips, then dropped that same hand again until he firmly wrapped it around his cock. “You still want to convince yourself you don’t want it? Hmm?”

Xander shook his head. Such a little liar. His heart was racing, and Moargan picked up his pace, trying to match his strokes with Xander’s heartbeat.

“You should have asked yourself why I wanted to find you.” Halting his movements, he slowly dragged his gaze up until their eyes met. He released some of the pressure around his neck and smirked when Xander panted as he struggled for breath. “I never cease to amaze myself,” he purred against Xander’s hot flesh. Moargan didn’t understand why he was down here either. What had intrigued him, aside from those golden eyes? He felt attracted to this one, but that could hardly be a reason to perform his own little Aureate on a spaceship.

Moargan licked from Xander’s exposed flesh above his collarbone to his earlobe, which he sucked before dropping a wet kiss on the tender skin below.

Xander’s cock twitched in his hand, and Moargan let out another growl, finally breaking the skin with his jeweledincisors. Blood poured into his mouth, the salty taste making his own dick throb inside its confines.

“Stop.” Xander pressed weakly against his chest.

Moargan pulled back, enjoying how Xander watched his bloody lips with horror.

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