Chapter 22 #2
Silver’s brow lifted. “Brazen.”
“You like me better when I’m bold and cheeky, isn’t that right?” He tossed a leg over Silver’s thighs. “See? I listen when you speak.”
“Do you?” It was true he’d said that in passing once, but that didn’t mean recalling it deserved as much confidence as Nuri was exuding. “I think your ability to interpret what I mean is up for debate.”
Though, much of that could arguably be Silver’s fault. He purposefully left things vague because he knew Nuri wasn’t ready to hear the whole truth.
If he told him plainly that he intended to take him as his Royal Consort? Nuri would make a run for it again, and despite his teasing to the contrary, Silver didn’t actually envision keeping his mate locked up.
Nuri’s shitty circumstances had dwindled down his choices over the years, but those choices had still been his to make.
He’d decided to accept Sij’s job offer. He’d agreed to help build Rein Inc.
Sure, both Sij and Silver had exploited Nuri’s misfortune for their own gains, but he had never been a captive.
Silver didn’t want to make him one.
But if he refused his proposal and tried to escape—
His dark thoughts were cut short when suddenly Nuri’s hand was on his cock, fingers wrapping tightly around his girth.
He began stroking, his dick starting to lengthen and rise between his spread thighs as easily as Silver’s did. As though he was the one being touched. Their first time, he’d been heavily medicated and pouty, resigned and responsive all the times after, but now?
Nuri wore the same strategic expression he brought to every acquisition meeting.
The same appraisal whenever Silver presented blueprints for a new product.
But neither of these things made his arousal any less apparent.
Beads of precome trickled from his slit, rolling down his length, and when he released Silver and moved up his body, his erect dick bounced, slapping against his stomach as he lowered himself over Silver’s cock.
Silver only had enough time to inhale sharply before Nuri was sinking onto him, pressing him into that velvety heat, clenching around him even as he drove him deeper.
His hands were on Nuri’s waist in a flash, but he let him set the pace, gritting his teeth to keep himself from giving in to desire.
Nuri moaned once he was fully seated, rocking against him as he adjusted to the invasion.
His head tipped back, lips parted, eyes closed, totally blissed out and lost to the moment.
Blindly, he sought out Silver, latching onto one of his fingers.
He pulled his hand up and leaned in some, hissing when Silver cupped his chest.
Seeing what he wanted, Silver tweaked his nipple, then twisted it.
Nuri cursed and jerked, but he didn’t scold him for the slight pain. Instead, he started grinding on him, riding his cock teasingly for a bit before he finally started to fuck himself on it properly.
Silver continued to play with him, pulling and tugging on that sensitive bud, even as he lifted his hips to meet Nuri’s movements.
He almost instantly regretted purchasing those flight tickets, very briefly considered canceling them and taking his chances infuriating his mate.
If he had his way, they’d be at this all day, well into the night.
But the clock on the end table kept ticking, and there wasn’t nearly enough time to do all the things he wanted to do.
With his other hand, he captured Nuri’s dick, wringing him, pumping in time with his thrusts. He’d initially planned on making the other man do all the work, but the point had most definitely been made.
Sitting up, his lips latched onto Nuri’s, swallowing his gasp of surprise.
Their tongues tangled, his persistent, Nuri’s tentative and uncertain, at first, before he gave in.
Breath caught between them as they chased after release, picking up the pace frantically as they drew closer and closer to the edge.
Sex for Silver had always been rough. He’d dominated his partners, kept them submissive and often silent so his mind could pretend he was with someone else.
None of those illusions had been anywhere near the real thing though.
Everyone else paled in comparison to Nuri.
To the smell of him, heady and sweet in the air, the sound of his whines and the slick feel of his sweat soaked skin rubbing against his own.
His passage clamped down around his cock as Silver ripped through him, going as deep as the position would allow, and when Nuri screamed, it was like music to his ears.
Come splattered over Silver’s pajama shirt a split second before he was hit with his own orgasm.
Shoving Nuri down onto him, he kept him seated, twitching over his pulsing cock as he emptied and filled him.
His teeth found Nuri’s neglected nipple, lightly tugging on it to prolong the smaller man’s ecstasy.
“Silver!” His fingers brushed through his hair, pressing his face closer against his chest.
Despite his earlier thoughts about the time, the sound of his name spoken so passionately instantly had his cock rock hard all over again.
With a growl, he twisted, pinning Nuri on the bed. His thrusts were violent, brutal as he took him with a fervor that effectively blocked the rest of the world and reason out.
“Slow down!” Nuri clawed at his shoulders. “You’re going too deep!”
He wanted to be deeper. Wanted to be so far inside of Nuri, there’d be no escaping him ever. Wanted to burrow and crawl his way in and latch on and never let go.
“Come for me,” Silver demanded. He wasn’t in Swift form, meaning his control over Nuri’s body shouldn’t work, but that didn’t seem to matter.
Tossing his head back, Nuri wailed as he climaxed a second time, muscles tightening around Silver’s cock in the process, milking him when he fell shortly after.
An explosion went off within him, Silver’s whole being coming undone with his release. Nothing had ever felt so right in his entire life. His cock forced between Nuri’s cheeks. His mate pinned beneath him, every bit as breathless and spent as he was…
This was it.
This was what he’d been working toward. What he’d been waiting for.
He was so close to perfection he could taste it, but logically, he knew he wasn’t quite there yet. Just a minor misstep would be enough to undo all of this.
So as badly as he wanted to lay here forever, keeping Nuri as close as physically possible, Silver groaned and pulled away.
Nuri didn’t move when he climbed off of him, chest still rapidly rising up and down. He was covered in spunk from his stomach to his thighs, globs of sticky white fluid leaking from his mistreated hole.
Silver made his way to the bathroom, working on instinct as he grabbed what he needed and returned to clean Nuri up. There was no reaction when he did. He was able to move the other man’s limbs however he pleased as he ran a warm washcloth over him.
Nuri was still there when he left and came back with the key to the chain. Didn’t so much as flinch when Silver undid the clasp and let it drop to the ground with a loud clatter.
But his eyes popped open when a second later, another thin ring of metal was attached there in its place.
“What the hell?” Nuri sprung up, wincing when he moved onto his ass too quickly, and then yanked his leg out of Silver’s hold. “What is this?”
“Tracking device,” Silver explained. “You have to wear it if you want to go.”
Nuri tugged at the small silver band secured loosely on his ankle. “Why? And did you honestly think I didn’t know that you can track me through N.I.M.?”
Actually…
“I was not aware you’d figured that out, no.” Silver ran a hand through his damp hair. They were both going to have to shower before they left.
“You promised our original agreement was still in effect,” Nuri said in obvious frustration. “I’m not planning on going back on my word. Remove this at once.”
“If you want to go—”
“Is this about Brix?” he cut him off. “Are you still mad about that? I don’t care what he tried to convince you, I have nothing to do with him. I won’t try to go see him or anything—”
It hadn’t even occurred to Silver that he might.
“Narek,” he snapped. “Do you want to visit your siblings or not? If we keep arguing like this, we’ll miss our flight, and I will not be rescheduling.”
Nuri’s mouth opened.
“There.” Silver nodded. “That’s better.”
“You’re letting me go to Vitality?” he sounded like he didn’t dare hope.
“We are going,” he corrected. “But yes. If you still want to.”
“I’ll wear the tracker,” Nuri blurted almost before he could finish his sentence.
He grinned, but couldn’t help himself from prodding the subject. “Since you brought him up, aren’t you going to ask what I’ve done to Brixton?”
Nuri considered his next words carefully, at war with his own conscience for a minute before he settled on a reply. “I’m sure you’re smart enough not to have taken things too far outside the parameter of Intergalactic Conference law.”
“He’s still breathing,” he confirmed snidely.
“Good.” Nuri pushed him to the side and stood. “Make sure you compile all of the date we have so I can go over the file while we’re on the spaceship.”
He nodded, but Nuri was already headed for the bathroom.
“Tried to drag me down with you, is that it?” he grumbled under his breath as he went. “We’ll see about that. I’ll make sure you receive the harshest punishment possible.”
Silver grinned.
That was the ruthless secretary he knew and loved.
A knock on the door reminded him of breakfast, and he pulled on his pants and went to retrieve it. They were going to need their energy. He may have won the battle, but the war was just beginning.
Once Nuri had space to really think about the bond, he was going to start freaking out.
And Silver would be there to pull him back from panic. He’d calm and soothe him until Nuri was conditioned to turn to him at the first sign of distress. He would make himself for Nuri what Nuri had always been for him.
A touchstone. Clarity amidst chaos.
A place to call his own.