Page 28 of Devil May Hunt
“Hush,” Gunho said. “Your throat probably hurts. I lost control. Don’t speak.” He brushed damp strands of chocolate colored hair off the cadet's forehead. “Just relax. I’ve got you. Calm down.”
Brennon’s brow furrowed. Had he not realized he was crying?
Someone tried the doorknob from outside, rattling it, and Brennon leaned closer to Gunho, clinging to his arm.
“It’s locked,” he reassured him. “They can’t get in. No one’s going to see you like this, pretty lover. You don’t have to be afraid.”
“Not…,” he sounded awful, “afraid.”
Gunho snorted. “Still stubborn, even now?” He rubbed the pad of his thumb against Brennon’s full bottom lip. “Since you followed instructions and swallowed it all, I’ll stop teasing you, all right? Glare at me all you want. I’ll allow it without retaliation.”
He didn’t have to be given that offer twice. If looks could kill, Brennon’s gaze would have sliced Gunho’s head clean off.
He grinned. “You’re so fierce. My perfect little mate.”
“…Not…little.”
“No, that’s true.” He wasn’t exactly what Gunho had imagined when he’d been younger, picturing his future partner.“I always thought I’d end up with some cute little female omega. Isn’t that funny?”
“Hilarious.”
“What about you?”
Brennon gave a curt shake of his head. “Guys.”
“Ah, so you’re strictly into men?” His smile broadened. “Lucky me.”
The cadet made a big show of turning to look away.
“Don’t be like that. Once you feel better, I’ll sit you on my cock and remind you how amazing I can make you feel. You won’t be able to think of anyone else, let alone want them, once I’m through with you.”
“Cut it out.” Brennon shoved away from him and tried to slide over the desk, growling when Gunho only let him make it halfway before he pressed on his shoulder and forced him back so he was lying down once more.
“Baby,” Gunho purred, moving so he was bent over him, with an arm propped at either side of his head, “you’ve got to work with me here. I’m trying so hard to be gentle with you. Can’t you see that?”
“No…credit.” He pointed to his throat. “Asshole.”
“Are you mad about not being able to talk?” He clicked his tongue. “Isn’t it a fair tradeoff for the epic orgasm I gave you?”
Brennon glanced away a second time, but it was different, less aloof and more…like he was embarrassed and trying to hide it. His gaze snapped right back to Gunho’s when Gunho splayed his palm across his chest and dragged it downward though. He grabbed his wrist to stop him, a pleading look entering his eyes that Gunho wouldn’t have been able to ignore even if he’d wanted to.
“Sorry, I promised to stop teasing you.” He removed his hand. “Are you going to be good for me, pretty lover?”
He swallowed, winced, and then nodded.
“You can get off the desk now.” Gunho tucked himself away and did up his fly as Brennon scrambled to the other side of the furniture. He didn’t like how he was obviously putting distance between them, but he’d allow it. For now. “Make yourself presentable before you go. I’ll have medicine delivered to your dorm room within the hour. You know what I’m getting at, right?”
Gunho ambled around the desk and then tilted his head at Brennon when he didn’t get an immediate response.
The cadet opened his mouth, closed it, and opted to nod again instead.
“If it’s delivered and you aren’t there to receive it, I’ll be angry.”
Brennon huffed and then unhooked his multi-slate from his wrist, typing away at it theatrically before turning the device toward Gunho so he could read the screen.
Don’t be such a controlling asshole,alpha.
He’d put emphasis on that last word as if to get on Gunho’s nerves, but all he did was laugh.
