Chapter 7
“You’re not yourself at the moment,” Silver said even as he resituated overtop Nuri, lowering his body so that he was pressing the smaller man into the mattress.
He slipped a knee between his legs, forcing them to spread to accommodate him as he spoke.
“But I’m going to need you to remember this later.
Remember that you’re the one who asked for it. Understood, Narek?”
“Not at all,” he replied, not sounding the least bit concerned by that fact. When Silver went as though to pull away, his arms tightened around his neck, keeping him close. “Don’t stop.”
This was his last chance to change his mind, so Silver took a second to really think it over. If he did this, there’d be no coming back from it. He’d know what Nuri tasted like, what he felt like, and once that happened…
“I’m never letting you go,” he promised darkly, wanting to get that point across even if there was the chance Nuri wouldn’t remember it in the morning.
“This will shatter any remaining resolve I’ve carried to shield you from my chaos.
Once we do this, I’ll stop at nothing to keep you. Even if you cry and beg for freedom.”
There was no way for Nuri to truly understand the danger he was in, but Silver no longer cared about playing fair.
The doctor had prescribed a couple different medications for the injuries, and had even explained that there would be side effects and Nuri might not be all there once he woke up. He’d expressed that Silver should be patient with him, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.
But he’d said nothing about hallucinations or any of the drugs having side effects of a sexual nature, and if the hard bulge in Nuri’s thin pajama pants was any indicator, his reaction to Silver was real and not drug-induced.
Even if he believed this all to be a dream.
That meant a spark between them was possible.
It meant he could arouse the smaller man, and if he was capable of doing so once, he’d figure out how to do it again.
“Tell me more about what you like,” Silver said. He lowered his head, planting a soft kiss on the corner of Nuri’s mouth before trailing his mouth across his jawline to the tender spot beneath the other man’s ear.
Nuri writhed beneath him just from that little bit of contact, tipping his head to the side to allow Silver better access to the long length of his neck.
He even went so far as to spread his legs wider, thighs cradling Silver’s hips, the heat from his body hot enough to melt metal. “This. I like this.”
“I’m hardly touching you.” Silver nipped at the side of his throat and then sucked, lapping at the red mark he left behind with a satisfied hum. If he had his way, he’d mark Nuri everywhere, so that everyone could see and know that he belonged to him. That he was off limits.
“So touch me more,” Nuri said, unaware of the possessive twist of Silver’s thoughts. He lifted his hips, bumping his erection against Silver’s lower abs, moaning at the contact.
“None of that.” Silver slapped playfully at the side of Nuri’s rear, quirking a brow when that only had another moan slipping past the smaller man’s ruby-red lips. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type into rough play.”
“Only if it’s you,” Nuri answered.
Silver untangled himself from his hold and climbed off the bed, chuckling when Nuri made a sound akin to a whine in protest. “Relax, Narek. I’m merely removing the blankets so I can get closer to you. Unless you’d prefer I don’t?”
Wordlessly, Nuri tossed the covers aside himself.
“Eager.” He wasn’t the only one. Silver’s cock was still straining painfully in his dress pants, so he opted to do away with those first. Stripping out of them unceremoniously, he let the silk fall and then made quick work of the rest of his clothing.
If this were any other situation, he may have taken his time with it, used it to tease Nuri and heighten the mood, but as it were, he didn’t want to delay and risk Nuri coming to his senses.
“Now I’m the one who wants to hurry before you wake up,” he grunted, shaking his head at himself, and then again at Nuri who he was certain was too distracted ogling him to have heard what he’d said. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked.”
“It’s different and—” Nuri paused, frowning slightly as his gaze dipped to the spot between Silver’s legs. “…It’s different.”
“What?”
“I mean…Oh. Wait. Never mind. I saw that video.”
“You aren’t making much sense.”
“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.” Nuri started working on the buttons to his pajama shirt, his movements sloppy and frantic.
Silver pushed his hands away, unwilling to allow Nuri to take this from him. He might not have the time to be delicate or sensual with his own clothes, but he could certainly spare the extra minute it would take to strip Nuri of his.
“I’ve always wanted to do this for you,” he confessed, gaze sweeping down Nuri’s lithe chest as he uncovered more and more of that pale skin.
Like moonlight. As a Swift, Silver had a strong affinity toward the moon, and to him, Nuri had always been like the moon personified.
Constant and unyielding. A bright glow in an otherwise dark sky.
He pulled the now open shirt off to the side, his fingers sweeping down the center of his chest, lightly tracing the dip between his pecs and his abs, stopping at his navel so he could drink him in before moving any further.
Nuri kept himself in shape, most likely due to constantly being in motion for his job.
He didn’t work out and wasn’t nearly as muscular as Silver himself was, but he was fit.
Strong enough to handle all the things Silver wanted to do to him.
“You’re so sexy,” he murmured, finally allowing his hand to dip to the waistband of Nuri’s matching pajama pants. Already Nuri’s dick was standing at attention, and when Silver set it free, his mouth actually watered at the sight.
Despite his earlier statement, he’d never seen Nuri like this either. Hell, prior to now, he may have even worried that Nuri lacked sexual desire. Considering all the dirty things Silver wanted to do to him, all extremely sexual in nature, that would have been a travesty for him.
Nuri was an inch or so smaller than Silver’s impressive length, his cockhead a vibrant, angry red, with beads of precome already leaking from the tip.
A drop rolled down the velvety length of him under Silver’s scrutiny, and he tracked it all the way to the dip between Nuri’s balls.
That line of sight only caused his gaze to travel even lower, and before he knew what he was doing, Silver had planted a knee to the mattress and grabbed Nuri beneath both knees.
He pushed, bending Nuri, forcing his ass up into the air to expose his puckered hole and the drop of precome that was now trailing over it. Nuri’s entrance fluttered and Silver let out a sound he’d never made before, guttural and primal, his hands tightening their grip.
“Silver,” Nuri called to him, but if anything, hearing his name spoken in that needy tone only had the Emperor’s control slipping further away from him.
“We’re going to fuck,” Silver announced, as if that were still up for debate.
It took all of his strength to pull his gaze away from his ass and back up to his face, but he somehow managed, needing Nuri to see the determination in his eyes.
“Remember this, Nuri. No matter how angry you are in the morning, remember how badly you wanted it. I won’t be forgiving from here on out. ”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m making you mine,” Silver elaborated, climbing the rest of the way onto the bed so he was kneeling between Nuri’s legs. “I’m not a good person.”
Nuri snorted. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“You want me anyway?”
“Of course,” Nuri motioned with his chin down at his hard-on. “Obviously.”
“Don’t regret it.”
“I won’t.”
“Unfortunately,” Silver smiled at him, “I don’t believe that’s true. But it won’t be enough to stop me.”
“I—”
Silver rolled his finger across the rosy head of Nuri’s dick, causing whatever he’d been about to say to morph into a gasp.
Once he’d coated his fingers he brought them to his entrance, prodding against that tight ring of muscle, carefully at first, even though everything in him was screaming to pick up the pace.
Clouds shifted across the sky outside the large window to his left, casting a swath of moonlight through the thin curtains, and Silver froze, a dark idea forming in his mind, clawing at his senses before he could try to appeal to that speck of decency that somehow managed to exist within him.
“What’s wrong?” Nuri asked, and Silver moved without wasting anymore time.
“Do you know what it means to be taken by a Swift?” He crossed the room in quick strides, snatching the curtain and practically tearing it open in his haste. The moonlight cascaded over him instantly, the thrum of familiar energy zipping throughout his bloodstream.
The change happened fast, his hair shifting from inky to silver, the feel of his horns sprouting from just above his temples, arching back over the top of his head. This was a form meant to be shared only with those closest to a Swift.
Like a mate.
Nuri had yet to answer Silver’s question, and when he turned back, it was to find the smaller man too busy staring at him.
All of those twisted, dirty things Silver wanted to do to him flashed through his mind, but they would have to wait.
The goal tonight had very suddenly changed.
This was no longer about getting a taste of forbidden fruit.
It was about securing the whole damn tree and ensuring it only bore sweet nectar for him and him alone.
Probably for the best that Nuri didn’t seem capable of processing what was about to happen, or Silver’s weighted question, for that matter. Surely it would spook him, maybe even enough to snap him out of the drug induced fog.