Page 58 of Blinding Light

“I didn’t have to.”

“Of course you do, you arrogant ass.” Cyprian’s heart thumped violently in his chest, choked by the intensity of his own feelings and scared for possible retribution, and he bit his lip in an attempt to stop it from picking up further.

The retribution didn’t come. Instead, Moargan hummed in appreciation, inhaling deeply against Cyprian’s nape as he rolled his hips against Cyprian’s ass. Cyprian felt Moargan’s cock nudging his naked skin and stifled a groan. “Aeon, don't be upset. I haven’t had to ask for a single thing in my life before, and at twenty-two I’m not planning on changing that habit.”

“Last night.” Cyprian’s hand thrummed pleasantly where their palms touched. “You drugged me.”

“I did.” Moargan surprised him by turning his head over his shoulder so they were facing each other. He planted a soft kiss on his lips. “And you loved it, lover. My cute, lightweight. The tiniest bit of opium and my Royal Consort goes all soft and sweet. He lets me do everything I want to him and loves the fuck out of it. I wonder what would happen if I’d put some of those pleasure dispensers in the cubicle where we will be later as we watch my brother’s show. I bet you’ll go all feral on me.”

Cyprian flushed at the insinuation.

Brushing a strand from Cyprian’s face, Moargan’s smile softened. “But first. You have questions, I can feel them in your heart. Go on, ask.”

Cyprian hesitated. Part of him wanted to climb out of bed and hide from all the revelations and theemotionsthat were thrown at him. It had been his coping mechanism ever since he’d set foot on Helion. But the ugly beast of desperation clung tight, and he hated himself for the feeling of hope he felt. This is what he'd come for.

The truth.

And last night, some of that had been revealed. Perhaps it wasn'thistruth—it felt impossible for him to be a Dariux— but the royal family confided their secret to him. They had let Moargan unite with him.

Cyprian let himself be rolled onto his back, let Moargan hover over him. The prince’s possessive hand was still wrapped over his and splayed above their heads, creating that wonderful buzz. But that was physical. Mentally, he was still searching. Moargan was right, he had questions. “So your father thinks I might be Dariux?”

Moargan hummed in agreement.

“It would explain my strange eyes.”

“You have beautiful eyes,” Moargan corrected.

“Do you think… What Aviel did was pretty amazing. Do you think I can do that too? Can you?”

Moargan shook his head. “I can’t. And I don’t know if you can. Would you like to?”

Cyprian smiled. “And burn the whole world if I felt like it? Hell, yes.”

Moargan chuckled, then dipped his head to lick at the sensitive spot on Cyprian’s throat. Heat built up in his stomach and he tried to wriggle free, giggling when Moargan latched on his skin. “Stop it! I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

They both laughed, Moargan’s lips being replaced by his teeth as he scraped them over Cyprian’s tender flesh and right at his mouth. They kissed slowly, sighing as their tongues connected.

When Moargan finally pulled back, they were both breathing fast. Cyprian was hard and brushing against Moargan’s erection. “Any other questions before we get ready.”

Cyprian’s gaze searched Moargan’s, the glorious amethyst eyes staring right back at him. Provoking him to ask the inevitable.

“How does a Royal Consort live?” He finally asked.

“Ahh…” Moargan wiggled his brows. “I thought you’d never ask.” He lifted both their hands for them to see, palm to palm. Pale and tanned. Small and large. Bare and adorned with rings. “From now on, we belong together,” Moargan explained. “You can feel me, reach out for me when we’re not physically together, and request my presence.”

Cyprian nodded in understanding. His stomach coiled and his hand felt unstable. He had to get the words out. He rolled his lips and looked away. “So are we like…boyfriends now?”

Moargan chuckled at that. “Boyfriends?” He murmured suggestively. “I guess it depends. What would you like your boyfriend to do?”

Cyprian stifled a groan when he felt fingertips brush over his dick. “Perhaps, kiss me?”

“Kiss you? Like we did just now? You like that?”

Cyprian bit his lip and nodded. His cheeks felt hot.

Moargan leaned forward, brushing his lips against Cyprian’s. The Imperial slowly traced of his lips with his tongue, moaning as he did so, before placing a hand behind Cyprian’s neck and pulling him in. The kiss was slow but deepened when Cyprian opened for him. His stomach tightened with desire as he felt Moargan’s tongue inside, cock filling frantically.

Good light. Cyprian wanted him to put his hand around it and stroke him to bliss. He jerked his hips at the thought, surrendering when Moargan pushed him harder into his pillow. The kiss turned urgent, and he let the Imperial ravage his mouth that made him lightheaded. A hand slid down his throat and over his pecs, circling a nipple before tweaking it.

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