Chapter 20 #2
“You are mine now, baby. So this…” He dipped a finger past Ryneth’s clenching muscles, “Is mine.” Leaning forward, Daven claimed his lips once again.
The Imperial kissed him slowly, the play of their tongues matching the speed of his finger, working him open.
It drove Ryneth mad. He bucked and pulled himself closer, but all he got was a slap against his ass and a dark chuckle.
Good Light.
“I can’t—please…”
Daven pulled back, watching him with lust-filled eyes. “To hear you beg is the sweetest fucking thing in the world. It makes me want to edge you the whole day, to play with your holes as you scream for more.”
Ryneth wanted to snarl, but he no longer had the energy. “Please—”
Daven licked the trace of his lips. “You want me to fuck you nice and easy? Is that what you want, aethera? To claim you over and over again, until you finally understand that nothing and no one can take you away from me?”
Yes. Yes, he wanted that.
Daven added a second finger, slowly working him open while leaving his mouth on every inch of bare skin he could find. Humming into Ryneth’s skin, he left soft words of praise while he worked Ryneth’s ass until Ryneth was babbling freely, humping those fingers, desperate.
“Throw your other leg around my shoulder, baby.” Ryneth watched as Daven let more lube dribble over his hard cock. He didn’t hesitate, the back of his knee colliding with Daven’s shoulder.
Daven smiled at him, but there was no warmth in his eyes. Only the focus of a predator who knew the hunt was over. He licked his lips, his jeweled incisors catching the light. “Good. Now relax for me.”
Ryneth had barely the time to obey before Daven slid in, bottoming out in one go.
“Aw, you fucker.”
He smiled at him. “You needed this, didn’t you? The hurt. The warmth.”
Ryneth snarled, but yes, that was exactly what he needed. Pain to rewrite the memories that sat stuck in his head, the warmth to match the temperature that sat in his palm. They touched, threading their fingers together on the pillow next to Ryneth’s head, as Daven started to thrust.
“Such a tight ass.”
Ryneth’s vision swam as the first few thrusts opened him too fast. Daven drove into him hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall. The stretch burned, dragging Ryneth out of the fog and back into the bed.
“And all fucking mine,” Daven growled, his voice deep in Ryneth’s chest. He pushed Ryneth’s legs higher over his shoulders, folding him tighter beneath him.
Ryneth’s body clenched around him. “I can feel you trying to squeeze the life out of me. You’re so greedy for this, aren’t you?
You love how much space I’m taking up inside you. ”
Ryneth’s head thrashed against the pillow, his heels digging into Daven’s back. “Fuck… Daven.”
“That’s it. Say my name while I wreck you,” Daven praised.
He leaned forward, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against Ryneth’s.
He increased the pace, the wet slaps of their skin echoing in the quiet room.
“I love how you break for me. I love how your body forgets everything the second I’m deep enough to touch your soul. ”
Ryneth’s eyes rolled back, nothing but white showing as a particularly deep thrust hit the curve inside him. A broken moan tore from his throat. His mind was fracturing, the static in his blood turning into pure, golden heat.
“Look at me, aethera,” Daven commanded.
Forcing his eyes open, he found Daven’s gold-flecked gaze. Daven’s teeth were bared in a grin that looked closer to a snarl. He reached down between their bodies, caught the bead of pre-cum on Ryneth’s pulsing tip with his thumb and smeared it over the head.
“You’re so close. Your cock is twitching against my stomach, just begging to ruin these sheets. But you’re going to wait. You’re going to stay right on the edge until I decide it’s time.”
Daven slowed, dragging his hips in a slow circle that made Ryneth buck hard beneath him. He chased the friction, desperate for release.
“Please.” His breath caught as his fingers dug into Daven’s forearms. “Don’t stop. I need to come.”
“You need what I give you,” Daven corrected.
He gripped Ryneth’s chin, forcing him to keep eye contact.
“You’re such a good boy when you’re being used like this.
So soft and quiet. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember how to fight me.
I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that you’ll feel me inside you for days. ”
Daven hammered into him again, the pace going hard and fast. Ryneth’s breath broke into short gasps. Pressure built low in his body, his balls pulling tight as white flashed behind his eyes.
“That’s it. Give it all to me,” Daven said, breath rough now. He released Ryneth’s chin and laced their fingers together again, pinning his hands to the pillow. “Show me how much you belong to me.”
Ryneth couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final cry, he arched off the bed, his body going tight as he came in hot bursts across his chest and Daven’s stomach.
Daven made a rough sound and drove into him once more before he came. He stayed buried deep, then dropped over him, all heat and weight, his forehead pressing against Ryneth’s as both of them fought for breath.
Ryneth lay still beneath him, wrung out and shaking, his muscles jumping through the aftershocks while his pulse hammered in his throat. Daven didn’t move. He just stayed there, breathing into the quiet like he had no intention of letting him go.
Daven lifted his head and licked a stray tear from Ryneth’s cheek. “Mine,” he whispered, no longer a command but a settled truth.
Ryneth didn’t pull away. He just lay there beneath him, breathing hard while the heat in his blood settled into a low hum.
Their hands were still tangled together on the pillow, and for one strange, impossible moment, the world inside his skin felt quiet.
Not empty. Just still. Like something in him had finally stopped bracing for the next hit.
“Now. Coffee. Food. I’m starving.”
Daven pushed himself up, and with a flick of his hand, the pocket of air around the bed vanished. The shift was so abrupt that Ryneth almost laughed.
He watched Daven climb off the bed and pull on a bathrobe like he hadn’t just fucked him senseless. Ryneth felt wrung out, warm, and strangely at peace.
“You want fresh tiganos? I can ask that asshole Vandor to go grab some. It’s not like that guy has a life, other than hanging around licking Kylix’s ass.”
Ryneth smirked. “I can’t blame him. I bet it’s a nice ass to lick.”
Daven turned so fast Ryneth almost did laugh this time. “What did you say?”
Ryneth giggled when Daven threw himself back onto the bed, pinning his arms and legs with sheer muscle and air. “I guess I’ll have to teach you obedience.”
“Maybe you should.” He laughed. His gaze shifted past Daven’s shoulder to the painting of Helion that hung on the wall.
He froze.
There, in white letters, painted bright over the immense glass building that was portrayed on the canvas, stood those words he’d seen on his chip.
Nereth solan.
“Daven—”
“Oh no, you are not escaping me.” Daven nuzzled Ryneth’s neck, lips grazing the mark he’d left. “Stay still and let me punish you.”
“No. Look.” Ryneth pulled one hand free. “Please.” He pointed toward the wall. “Those words. What do they mean?”
Daven lifted his head. He frowned, eyes narrowing. Then he followed Ryneth’s finger. “What? Where?”
“There. On the painting.”
Daven sat up. His skin gleamed in the light. He leaned toward the wall, gaze scanning the area. “Baby—” His expression had shifted to suspicion when he turned back to Ryneth. “There is nothing there. It’s just the building.”
“It’s right there.” Ryneth surged up, ignoring the ache in his hips and the friction of their heat as he scrambled toward the painting.
Nothing. The building was glass once again.
“There’s nothing there, aethera. What did you say you think you saw?”
“Nereth solan. I also saw it on the chip.”
The chip.
Ryneth bolted to the living room, scanning the place until he found it on the table. He snatched it up and held it close, turning it over in his hands.
“It was there before,” he said, voice shaking. “When you gave this back to me, it was there.”
He searched for the carving again. For the same bright letters he’d seen before.
The surface was blank.
“And now it’s gone,” Ryneth breathed, fingers trembling.
Daven crossed the room.
“There were words, Daven,” Ryneth said, his voice cracking. “I saw them. On the chip. In the room.”
“Let me see.” He took the chip from Ryneth’s hand. He turned it once, then frowned. “There’s nothing here.” His gaze lifted. “What exactly did you see?”
“Nereth solan. Whatever that means.”
Daven went still for a beat, his brow furrowing. “Nereth solan…” He said it slowly, as if testing the shape of it.
Ryneth froze. “You know it?”
“I know the phrase.” Daven’s expression tightened, just briefly. “Old Helion. You’ll never be alone.” His gaze flicked once to the chip before he looked back at Ryneth. “It’s tied to some old philosophical movement, or one man who quoted it too much. I’ll ask later. Right now, get dressed.”