Chapter 21
Silver’s cock fought against the seam of his pants as he watched the string of sticky fluid shoot from Nuri’s slit to fling across the mattress. It painted a stream of opaque white, a thick glop plopping less then five inches from where he stood.
When he lifted a knee onto the bed, he was sure to place it directly over his bondmate’s release.
“Hypocrite!” Nuri’s sharp accusation gave Silver pause, and he froze only partially lifted onto the end of the bed. “You have no right to be angry with me after keeping something like this from me for weeks!”
“I could argue that you started it.”
“Bullshit! We both know I was half out of my mind from the meds that day. I didn’t consent to this!”
He was starting to piss Silver off by refusing to call it what it was, but he figured he owed him at least a few minutes to adjust to this new reality. Silver switched gears and pulled back, starting to undress as he spoke.
“I’m not talking about the day of your accident,” he stated cooly, aware of the way Nuri’s gaze tracked his every movement.
Despite his emotions, his mate wouldn’t be able to resist the pull of the bond, and that much was apparent in the way his breath quickened and his pupils dilated with every scrap Silver discarded.
“Ackor Hue sent you that message long before then.” Silver stepped out of his boxers and straightened to his full height, admittedly preening a little under his mate’s scrutiny. “I asked if you were certain there was nothing else you needed to tell me, if you recall.”
Nuri’s brow dipped low. “You’ve known from the start? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I know everything about you. Well. Almost everything.” It was true he’d miscalculated by canceling his trip to Vitality. But he’d learned from that mistake and wouldn’t be making it again.
Now it was Nuri’s turn to learn from his.
“If you already knew, then what are you so mad for?” Nuri demanded, gasping when Silver captured his bound ankle and dragged him down the bed. He tricked to kick out, almost managed a blow to Silver’s shoulder, but he caught his foot and pinned his legs before he could make contact.
Hacking into Nuri’s devices wasn’t beneath him, and Silver didn’t feel particularly bad about any of the times he’d done it. Truthfully, it’d been a guess that Nuri had discovered Ackor hadn’t been the one to film the video. Ackor would have been eager to clear his name, the same way Nuri just had.
People didn’t like being falsely accused.
When Nuri refused to tell him about it, Silver assumed it had something to do with his siblings. Those were the only times when Nuri defied him. He could get as close to his secretary as possible, but he would never mean as much to him as Nate and Neve did.
He was jealous of that fact, always had been, but at least they had the excuse of being Nuri’s siblings.
Romeo Brixton?
Silver saw red and flipped Nuri onto his stomach, yanking him down until he was bent over the end of the bend with his knees hovering just above the floor.
The first slap against his plush ass seemed to shock them both, and his hand stilled against that heated flesh almost as soon as it’d made contact.
He’d never hit Nuri before. He was furious and wanted to claim him, yes, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt—
A long, drawn-out moan slipped past Nuri’s lips before he buried his face between his arms in a poor attempt to shield it.
Silver’s eyes widened. A glance down at his mate’s dick proved that he was still just as aroused as before. Possibly even more so. His palm squeezed Nuri’s cheek, and then released before delivering another blow.
Red bloomed across that creamy skin, the outline of his handprint appearing and then slowly fading.
“Stop!” Nuri sobbed as he was spanked again. “Close the curtains!”
“How much to do know about the Swift bond?” Silver needed to control himself for a little longer. Now that the cat was out of the bag, it was imperative that he find out the extent of Nuri’s knowledge about his kind.
Swifts were secretive for good reason, had been for centuries. Some information had spilled over the decades, enough to warn regular folk not to bed one of them under the light of a full moon, but anything that could be used against them was kept close to the chest.
“We were lucky that night of the accident,” Silver couldn’t help but say. “I couldn’t have timed it better if I’d planned it.”
Nuri turned his head and glanced over his shoulder at him. There were tear tracks running down his face and his skin was flushed, but it was the swirl of indignation and hopelessness that captured Silver’s attention the most. “Did you?”
He lifted a brow.
“Did you plan it?” Nuri asked, and it seemed like he was forcing himself to do so. As though a part of him couldn’t comprehend that it could ever be the case.
Silver had known about Ackor Hue, sure, but he’d been kept in the dark about Nuri’s tracing the culprit to the company. Had known nothing of his plans to visit Club Spade. He trusted that his secretary would never climb into bed with anyone else figuratively, but literally…
His min went back to the time spent with Brixton in the palace dungeons, confident that the sedative he’d given Nuri would keep him out for hours. During that interrogation, his cousin had spouted a lot of bullshit, much of which Silver had easily been able to see through.
But there’d been truth hidden amongst the lies. Tiny morsels of honesty, meant to jab Silver right where it would hurt most.
“Even if you’d tried to take him to bed at Club Spade,” Silver growled, “it wouldn’t have worked out. You can’t come for anyone else anymore, Narek. That’s a condition of the bond, a bond you accepted of your own accord the night you welcomed me into this tight body.”
“I was not of sound mind,” Nuri hissed, jerking in Silver’s hold. He tried to claw his way up the bed, cursing when Silver sat on the edge and pinned his hips with a heavy palm, his other delivering another spanking that echoed throughout the room. “Don’t!”
“I’m the only one who can make you feel good,” he said, rubbing at the tender globe of his ass before moving to dip his fingers suggestively between his crease. “You won’t be able to get hard for anyone else now. Male or female. Not even my cousin.”
That thought pleased Silver so much. Enough to have made him hold back when torturing his cousin. If they’d tried to fuck at Club Spade, Nuri wouldn’t have been able to perform.
Nuri pounded a frustrated fist down onto the bedsheets. “I told you! I don’t like Brix! I’ve never liked him!”
“You kissed him.”
“I was wasted.”
“Not good enough.” Just the thought of it made his skin crawl. Made him want to head back to the palace, pick up a knife, and carve Brixton’s lips from his disgusting face.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He rather thought it was, but while Nuri was astute about many things, Silver had long since realized he was sort of blind when it came to matters like this one.
In the past, that had worked in his favor, helping to ensure he didn’t lose him to any circling vultures—although, clearly there’d been cracks in that theory, seeing as how he’d managed to find five sexual partners right under Silver’s nose.
The point was, he was well aware that he could be oblivious when other people were hitting on him, but this?
“I gave you a Swiftbond,” Silver pointed out. “You aren’t an idiot, Narek. Stop acting like one.”
“Can it be undone?”
He drove two fingers deep into him, stretching his hole roughly and unapologetically, keeping him pinned when he howled and writhed. “Don’t even think about it.”
“But it’s possible?” Nuri stubbornly asked.
Only if one of them died…
“It is not,” Silver growled.
“Then why—”
“Because you’re mine.” Silver pumped his fingers in furiously, fucking him on his hand until his passage loosened enough to easily take him, and Nuri’s sobs turned to hiccups.
He watched them disappear inside of Nuri’s body over and over again, and at some point, shifted to straddle Nuri’s back, using his right ass cheek, the same one he’d spanked raw, to brace himself so he could lean forward and keep his eyes on his hole.
It was growing red and puffy, and whenever he hooked his fingers deep within him, Nuri kicked out, feet flailing against the floor.
“Majesty—”
“Come.” Silver saw fluid splatter against the ground as Nuri’s body followed the order. This was a type of power he’d never had before, and for a moment he gave himself over to it, lost in the high of knowing he’d finally conquered his one true desire.
At least, in this sense.
There were still miles to go and secrets to uncover between them, but for now, he’d bask in the win.
“Why did you meet with Brixton today?” Silver asked.
“I told you!”
“Come.”
Nuri cried out and jerked beneath him as he was forced to blow another load.
“How does it feel?” he wondered. “Orgasming without stimulation on your dick?”
Technically, his fingers were still drilling him. Perhaps he should try this without any backdoor play either.
“Don’t!” Nuri said as soon as Silver made to pull his hand free. “Please. Don’t…stop.”
“Stop?”
“Damn it.” He made a sound of frustration. “You know what I mean! If you won’t close the curtains, at least give me what I need.”
“You’ll get my cock, Narek, don’t fret.”
“Tell me why you did it. What does being yours mean to you?” Nuri insisted.
Silver frowned, and then climbed off of him. When that meant removing his fingers and leaving Nuri momentarily empty, he shushed him. “Get up and turn around, Narek.”
Nuri pulled himself from the edge of the bed and turned to face him.
“Kneel.” He stood at the end, waiting, smirking when Nuri’s gaze dropped to his proud cock. The silver chain attached to Nuri’s ankle slid against the sheets, clanking when Silver’s hand shot out, capturing him beneath the jaw. His thumb traced Nuri’s bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you here.”
Nuri tried jerking back, but Silver anticipated that and held firm.