Page 68 of Iblis' Affliction
Talha considered grabbing a rope and turning his fantasy into reality, but the immediate need overpowered. His hips thrashed against Slater’s butt, as his fingers closed around the sinewy wrists, stabbing nails into the tender skin of the inner sides. The contractions of his hips so desperate, pleasure so intense, that Talha forgot how to breathe. When he remembered and snatched an almost painful intake of air, bright circles stained his vision, causing his head to spin.
His bristled chin scratched over Slater’s shoulder-blades, leaving red scrape-burns behind. The reaper squirmed when his tongue lapped over the scattering of red insect-stings, making Talha want to tease him more, testing the limits of his sensitivity. The minty taste chilled his tongue, but he kept licking Slater’s disturbed skin as his cock lurched deeper and deeper into Slater’s core. The reaper convulsed beneath him, his arms trembled in the cage of Talha’s hands, and the prolonged cry vibrated in his chest, resounding in the place where Talha’s lips glided over his back.
“Slower, slower…” Slater’s eyes watered. The red spots popping on his neck crawled to his face, speckling his cheeks. The reaper tried to wrench his hand out of Talha’s grip a second before his words choked in a bubbling cry. The contortions, coming from the depth of his ass, took over his body as he turned into a shaking mess. His forehead bumped against the mattress, fingers curled-tight around the linens, as his saliva pooled on the sheet beneath his cheek.
Talha hissed; his vision zooming out on Slater’s face as the sinful body kept milking his cock with painful spasms of his inner muscles. Every thrust slower than the previous one as Talha fought with the tense, resisting body, thinking that he had never met anyone this sensitive in his life. Watching Slater’s face distort in a powerful orgasm, he crushed Slater’s wrists in his palms, releasing the burning pressure that seized his organs since the moment the reaper came to his bed. Jolting through his core, the powerful discharge extracted a groan out of his lungs, wiping his vision clean. His balls contorted, as his cock emptied itself into Slater’s body.
Everything stopped existing, as the glow of euphoria blazed through him. Scalding his insides, it settled small tremors in his every muscle. His elbows gave in, and he collapsed on Slater’s back. Separated by a thin layer of perspiration, Talha didn’t feel repulsed but satisfied as his head rang with emptiness.
Lungs burning, he rolled to his side and onto his back, blinking with unseeing eyes. His heart so violent in his chest that it threatened to burst any moment. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, feeling the blood returning to his head with small prickling.
“That was hot, Master!” Slater leered. “Let’s do it again.”
Even with his eyes closed, Talha felt Slater’s face hovering over him. Hand against Slater’s chest, Talha locked out his elbow, setting a bigger distance between them. “If you have energy left, go bring clean sheets.”
“But…”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, Master…”
PRESENT
TALHA FLINCHED AS SOMEONEtouched his shoulder. He hadn’t heard the door being opened when Dinçer entered the room. The tide of memories ebbed, leaving his face tingling with heat as he snatched his gaze away from Slater.
“You aren’t supposed to be here; it’s a resuscitation unit,” Talha said. “Step out.”
More people fell into the picture as he looked over Dinçer’s shoulder. Two bodyguards and Ejder. Eyes glowing with hatred, he hovered in the doorway, never looking away from Slater. His lips paled as he muttered something under his breath.
Stepping toward him, Talha shielded the wounded man with his chest, bringing his brother’s attention to himself. “Ejder?”
“What the fuck, Abi? You even put him in the hospital? After everything he did? Shoot him now!”
Talha sighed and closed his eyes, collecting his thoughts. He wasn’t ready to deal with Ejder’s outrage. Not now. That was exactly why he’d needed Dinçer to come alone.
“You look good too, Kardesim. It’s nice to see you. Now, please, wait outside.” Giving his brother a light cheek pat, Talha U-turned Ejder and urged him out of the room. The soles of Ejder’s shoes squeaked against the floor as he pushed back.
“I’m not leaving. What’s wrong with you? Is a concussion clouding your judgment? Do you even know what he did?” Wriggling out of Talha’s grip, Ejder snarled, his eyes full of hostility.
“Watch what you say, Kardesim. I might be your brother, but I’m still your Reis.” Talha said calmly. “If you aren’t happy with how things are, go home to Mardin. Now, please, leave the room. Whatever you have to say, it has to wait until we are home. Alone.” Losing his interest in his brother, Talha faced his friend. “Dinçer, did you bring my clothes?”
Ejder’s face blanched as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind his back.
“He’s worried about you. We all are. This whole thing was hard on him. At first, we didn’t even know if you were among the dead. So many bodies were disfigured beyond recognition.” Dinçer allowed himself to remark, placing a garment bag over the back of the chair. “And instead of letting him know in person that you are okay, you are guarding this… dog.”
Talha grimaced as acrid guilt surged into his system. “I know; I was there. I’ll explain everything once we are home. Please, calm him down and send Miraç here.”
With a nod, Dinçer strode toward the door. Before leaving the room, he glanced over his shoulder. “Talha… I’m glad you are fine.”
Alone again, Talha rubbed his chest. The air seemed to clot in there, it felt so tight. Even after he’d changed into his own clothes, relief didn’t come. A heavy, unsolved issue weighted his shoulders as his eyes kept drifting to Slater.
The low hissing of the medical ventilator grew louder as he approached the bed; his gaze finding Slater. Usually fluid and erratic, the reaper lay motionless as if all the flames had abandoned Iblis’ mortal shell. A part of Talha craved to touch his hand, but he quickly crushed his desire in his balled fist. There was no reason for physical touch, as Slater wasn’t his anymore. The thought was hard to swallow and landed heavily in the pit of his stomach, but he still processed it getting used to the idea.
He was eager to bend down and brush his lips across the corner of Slater’s mouth, where the tape held the tube in place. To plant a last kiss across the cold, still mouth, but he refrained, needing to get his emotions out of the way or killing Slater would be impossible.
Swallowing against the lumps of his throat, he whispered, “Next time we meet, one of us dies. If you can—run because this is as much as I can do for you. Farewell, Slater.”
“Reis…” Miraç cleared his throat and closed the door. “Did you ask for me?”
