Chapter 14
RYNETH
Ryneth mewled, arching his back.
Good Light, he’d never been this aroused. His ass was throbbing, his dick was leaking, and his knees were shaking against Daven’s shoulders.
He should’ve been thinking of how to escape what was coming, but the truth was, he couldn’t. His mind had turned to mash.
He had done that. This infuriating, Imperial prince.
Ryneth had never hated someone so much.
Liar.
“Light, aethera, you’re tight,” Daven murmured against his shoulder. “My dick is going to love being milked inside your heat.”
Ryneth wanted to say something snarky in return, but his mind was temporarily off duty. Besides, Daven’s air tightened around his throat. It made it hard to do anything but moan.
Fucking Daven.
“Got nothing to say to that, baby?” Daven grabbed Ryneth’s cock. He stroked him in the same rhythm as his fingers. “Here.” He swiped a thumb over the tip and pressed it into Ryneth’s mouth. “Taste how delicious you are. Taste the mess you make.”
“No. You filthy pig.” Ryneth tried to turn his head away, but the air turned into invisible vines, grabbing hold of him and hauling his face back to Daven’s finger, slick with him.
“Got a little misdirected there, baby. That’s okay. Here.” He pressed the wetness against Ryneth’s mouth. “Taste it.”
Ryneth shook his head, but the air curled tighter. It made his lungs burn.
“Come on, Ryneth. Taste yourself. Here, let me scoop you up some more. You’re so fucking wet for me.” Daven’s fingers slid back into his hole, reaching further this time. Reaching impossibly deep. There…
“F-fuck.” Ryneth let out a choked gasp. He nearly arched off the bed.
“There. Gotcha.” Daven smiled, then worked the spot over and over again with fast movements while stroking Ryneth’s cock slow. Too fucking slow. He was never going to come like this.
Ryneth grumbled. The rhythm was all wrong, meant to fuck with his head. His tongue darted out before he could think of it and he licked his lips, tasting the salty twang of his own precum.
Daven grinned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Leaning in, his mouth ravaged Ryneth’s, licking and nipping until Ryneth could only moan and rock his hips forward, seeking more… more of the madness. His head lolled back.
“Look at you,” Daven growled. He gripped Ryneth’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing the straining line of his neck.
“Half-suffocated. Dripping. Still trying to fight me. But you’re not going anywhere, Ryneth.
” He licked the sensitive skin from his collarbone up to his earlobe. “Say you won’t.”
“Fuck you,” Ryneth wheezed. The air around him cinched until his lungs burned.
Somewhere he heard Daven laugh, the rich rumble a caress to his overstimulated body. Was he still touching him? He couldn’t be sure. The room had gone darker.
The hum thrummed under his skin, and Daven seemed to feel every bit of it.
The confusion made Ryneth furious. He wanted to scream, to lash out with the static and burn the walls, yet the only thing his treacherous heart truly wanted was to be good for this man who’d come out of nowhere and had promised to protect him.
“Stop fighting the air, Ryneth,” Daven’s voice drifted from the darkness. “It only tightens when you struggle. It’s like me. The more you pull away, the more I have to bind you.”
It was the opium. It had to be. Floating in his mind, creating a fog that made his skin hypersensitive. Ryneth’s throat was parched. He wanted to drink, to drown the static in liquid fire, but he wouldn’t ask. He wouldn’t give Daven the satisfaction of a plea.
There was nothing else to do but let the air cling around him, keeping him on the silk sheets, caging him in and protecting him at the same time.
It felt soft. Such a contrast to the man who loomed over him, his amber eyes bright with hunger that stared right into Ryneth.
They saw straight through him.
“You’re mine to break, and mine to fix.”
The words lingered in his mind. Had Daven used them, or had he simply dreamed them? Either way, Ryneth had never been anyone’s to break. And especially not anyone’s to fix.
Ryneth had just been… Ryneth. Oldest foster child of Mara. Protector of the rest of his siblings. Protector of the Ward.
Labor.
Cheap.
Poor.
“I don’t—” He whined when Daven removed his fingers, only to squeeze his ass cheeks before slowly sliding them back in until they reached his prostate. The earlier pain had slowly given way to something else. Something that made his stomach drop and his hips buck. “Hmpf…”
“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Daven purred and ploughed his fingers relentlessly inside Ryneth’s ass.
Fuck. It did. Did it?
His ass was on fire, that much was sure, the pressure a mixture of pain, discomfort, and something else. Something that made him feel incredibly full.
He shifted in Daven’s hold. His legs felt weak because of the way they were thrown over the other man’s wide shoulders. Or perhaps it was the drugs. Or his arousal. Good Light, Ryneth had never been this hard before.
No, that wasn’t true. He’d been this hard when Daven had taken his dick into his mouth and had played with it.
“Whatever you’re thinking of, keep it up. It’s making you drip so beautifully.”
Ryneth tightened his lips in annoyance, nostrils flaring.
Daven just laughed.
“No…” Ryneth whined before he could think.
Daven’s eyes flashed when they dropped to his mouth. Ryneth looked away, unable to see the contentment there.
“You’re hungry, baby. I can see it. You crave sex. And violence. It makes you want exactly what I do to you.”
“I have... told the truth,” Ryneth panted.
“Omission is a lie,” Daven tsk’d. His hand ghosted over Ryneth’s hip, the heat of his palm searing through the static. “I find your defiance entertaining. And very, very sexy.” Leaning in, he bared his teeth, flashing those jeweled incisors.
Ryneth watched as Daven climbed off the bed and went to the glass wall, leaving him open and trembling. He moved with that slow, measured confidence, as if the room belonged to him.
As if Ryneth did too.
He tapped the control panel set into the frame and the city dimmed.
The glass shifted, and a holo overlay unfurled across the window, constellations blooming into place.
Stars, so many of them. And bright moons.
Helion’s sky rendered clean and close, like the universe had been dragged to their bedside.
Then Düren appeared. Small and cold, it hung there, distant and unreachable.
Ryneth’s throat tightened.
Daven looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Look. That’s where you came from.”
Ryneth’s cock jumped. His static stirred.
Daven’s gaze dropped, tracking the betrayal. “Still hard,” he murmured. “Even with your home watching.”
He came back to the bed. Crawled between Ryneth’s legs.
Ryneth couldn’t help but take him in. All of him.
Daven’s skin was a map of ink and gold. Black lines curled over his collarbone and down his ribs, disappearing into the light hair that trailed toward his groin.
Every time he breathed, the muscles in his stomach rippled, shifting the tattoos like a living thing.
Ryneth shuddered when Daven lifted his hand to his mouth and suckled down his index finger, lips closing around it slow. The same finger that had just been inside Ryneth.
Daven’s eyes stayed on his. “You really taste like you’re trying to pretend you hate this.”
Ryneth’s mouth parted in a silent gasp. His cock throbbed. His ass clenched.
Daven smiled like he felt it. “Good.” He leaned in, voice low. “Let Düren watch you take it.”
“You twisted fuck,” Ryneth moaned, but his lidded eyes darted from the view of his home planet back to where Daven lifted his hands. The rings on his fingers glinted. Those had been inside his mouth. Had played inside his hole.
Ryneth had to look away as he tried to control himself.
Whenever he was close to Daven, there was this feeling.
This humming. It drove him crazy. And right now, it made him weak.
Aroused. Impatient for the other man to throw Ryneth’s legs back over his shoulder and guide the tip of his dick to Ryneth’s loosened hole.
“Good Light,” Ryneth panted when he felt the pressure at his hole. He looked down, to Daven’s veiny and very big dick. “That—”
“Eyes up here, aethera,” Daven murmured, and when he did, those amber eyes absorbed him. They were large, pupil-swollen, and filled with an intensity Ryneth couldn’t place. “That’s it. Look at me. Look at me when you take it.”
Ryneth tried to swallow, but his throat was dry glass. He was trapped in the vacuum Daven had created, forced to take in the sight of the man’s power.
Daven’s mouth curved into a dark, slow smile. Then he pressed farther, breaching Ryneth’s hole and slowly filling him with his cock. Ryneth’s head fell back and he bared his throat, mouth falling open as he digested the intensity of the moment.
It hurt. But the air that held him felt good, a soft embrace around his limbs and hair. An embrace that tightened around his neck with every inch Daven entered him further.
“Good Light. F-fuck.” His palm opened but the air pressed too tight, preventing his static from coming out.
“No one here to save you now,” Daven murmured knowingly. He’d filled Ryneth entirely now. Then he gripped Ryneth’s hips and dug his fingers into his bone.
Ryneth’s scream came out muffled, nothing more than a choked sound vibrating in his throat. His eyes darted to the glass, to his home planet, then back to the man who hovered over him, blond and silver hair falling over his forehead as he fucked Ryneth. It was like his eyes glowed in the dark.
“It hurts,” he mewled.
“Good.” Daven thrust into him again, bottoming out until their pelvises slammed together. A halo of blue light erupted from the connection, crawling up Ryneth’s stomach.