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Jaron slid down further, taking more of Keegan into his mouth, and Keegan couldn't hold back a moan. His hips bucked upward involuntarily as Jaron worked him with practiced ease, his tongue swirling around the head of Keegan's cock before taking him deeper, until Keegan could feel the back of Jaron's throat.
The sensation was too much, too good, and Keegan's entire body tensed, his muscles coiling tightly as he fought against the rising tide of pleasure. He didn't want this to end, didn't want to lose this connection, however fleeting it might be.
Jaron seemed to sense his struggle, his pace never faltering as he continued to drive Keegan closer and closer to the edge. Keegan's vision blurred, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he chased the release that was just out of reach.
And then Jaron's mouth slipped off Keegan's cock just as he'd almost reached his climax.
"Fuck," Keegan cursed. "Why did you-"
He didn't get to finish the sentence before Jaron was on top of him, their lips crashing together. Jaron kissed him with a ferocity that took his breath away, the taste of his own pre-cum still lingering on Jaron's tongue. Keegan clung to him, his body aching with need for the release he had been denied.
He didn't eventhinkto protest when Jaron pulled Keegan's pants the rest of the way down before opening the zipper of his own.
But then Jaron's phone rang. Jaron cursed out loud. "That's the ringtone I set for work."
"Ignore it," Keegan said.
It wasn't just that they were in the middle of things, he also had a bad feeling about that call—one that wasn't unfounded. He pulled himself together, just for a moment, to think. If work was calling Jaron, something had happened.
Likely one of the many things Keegan had known could happen when he'd told Jaron to abandon his task.
Disregarding his sage advice, Jaron answered the call, and within moments, his face paled. "They've got Apollo," he said to Keegan. "The kidnapper's got Apollo."
"Oh," Keegan said. He hoped he looked surprised.
In reality, he wasn't surprised. Really fucking annoyed, yes, but not surprised.
Of course the future had chosen the worst possible path in response to his actions.
CHAPTER 14
Jaron's heart beat a million miles a minute—roughly the pace he was going—as he rushed back to the office, his mind consumed with worry for Apollo.
Damn it, this was all his fault. If he hadn't left work early, Apollo wouldn't have gone on that mission in his place. Apollo was always fearless, never backing down from danger despite being a mortal —and Jaron respected that— but sometimes he took it too far.
Bursting through the doors, Jaron found the office in chaos. His colleagues were all visibly frantic with the news of Apollo's disappearance, some of them audibly blaming each other for not stopping him from going in the first place.
Ceska seemed to be taking it very hard too. She sat in a corner with Ianair, fussing over the dragon while wiping at her eyes.
Jaron went over to them.
"Are you okay?" Jaron asked, noticing Ianair's pained expression. "I came as fast as I could."
"Probably got a few broken ribs," Ianair admitted, wincing.
"You should have gone to see a healer!" Ceska scolded.
"No," Ianair protested. "I had to come back here and report about Apollo."
"You were out with him?" Jaron asked.
"Yeah." Ianair took a deep breath, features contorting. "We were out guarding a young mortal," he recounted. "Then this mage attacked us out of nowhere. He took Apollo and the mortal. I tried to stop him, but…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "It's my fault," Ianair said. "If I'd reacted a little bit faster…"
"No," Jaron said, disgusted with himself. "I should have been there. It should have been me and you, not you and Apollo. If I hadn't ditched you to go and see Keegan…"
"That's why you left?" Ianair shot him an incredulous look. Jaron was sure, if not for his broken ribs, he would have grabbed Jaron by the shirt.
Ceska rested a hand on Ianair's shoulder to calm him down, but she didn't look amused herself. "You went to see the vampire?" she asked. "The one who's been feeding us false information?"
