Onyx
“I want freedom if something happens to you." He grabbed Dominic’s wrist to still his hand. “Not to go live with your family as their slave. But freedom.”
“My sister’s instructions are to free you. To remove the collar however she can and to assist you,” Dominic replied. “They always have been.”
“Yes.” The word was absolute, terrible in its simplicity.
He’d thought Dominic’s sister would own him every bit as much as Dominic did, that he’d be trapped.
Not that he’d be free.
“Why are you telling me this?” he whispered, his voice jagged.
“So long as I live, you are mine,” Dominic murmured.
“But when I am dead, I’ll have no one else despoil what is mine.
” He pressed a light kiss to Onyx’s lips.
“If you kill me, you’ve earned your freedom.
If something else kills me, I want no one else to have you.
But if you try to kill me and fail, then our agreement ends. ”
Onyx swallowed hard, trying to make amends with the thoughts, trying to figure out what the hell he’d have done with that information if he’d had it before.
He still might not have done it because he didn’t know how to contact Dominic’s sister — and he’d have needed her help.
She was in England, presumably, and by the time they reached her…
Why was his mind grasping at excuses?
“And if I find someone when you’re dead and gone?” Onyx asked, knowing he was playing with fire but unable to keep from biting out the words.
He wouldn’t.
Dominic had left too many cracks in his mind and psyche, and there was no way past that.
And the idea of trying to kill Dominic and failing, of things going back to how they’d been? It was so much. Too much. Could they really, after the progress they’d made? Would Dominic really do that to Onyx again?
“You will always be mine,” Dominic stated. “Even if you find someone else, you will be mine.”
“I want the drug,” Onyx found himself saying before the thought had even entered his mind.
But if he was going to do this, he would need the aphrodisiac.
He couldn’t do this in full control of himself, knowing and remembering.
“If I don’t have a choice, if you’re going to push and push until I do this, I want it. ”
Onyx should’ve killed him.
He still could.
“Very well.” Dominic shut off the water, then stepped back, holding out his hand to Onyx.
All he had to do was take advantage of Dominic’s guard being down. He could sweep his legs out from under him and ensure he took a hard fall, kick him in the head, crack his skull. He could use his own body as a weapon. He didn’t even need his magic.
But this time, there would be no sense in it because Dominic would almost certainly come back as a vampire — assuming the wounds didn’t instantly heal from the blood in his veins. Onyx couldn’t behead him, and he couldn’t call his fire to burn the body before it could reawaken.
This wasn’t the time and place for that risk. He’d have to wait it out. Bad enough that Dominic might have Onyx for a lifetime, but worse still if that became eternity.
Dominic was already insane, and adding immortality to the mix…
Onyx took the offered hand with his own trembling one.
Dominic led Onyx out of the bathroom, and Onyx felt the light brush of a quick spell as it banished the water from his body. His breaths were coming more swiftly, and he didn’t know what the fuck he was thinking. What was he doing?
He needed to be fighting… but if he fought, he’d nullify their agreement.
If he didn’t fight…
Fear crawled down his spine as they approached the bed, and Onyx shuddered when Dominic leaned down and kissed him.
He didn’t kiss back.
Instead, he let himself be urged into bed, with Dominic following close behind him. The other witch picked up a small vial from the bedside table, taking a sip of it before handing it to Onyx.
Onyx lay there passively, staring down at the vial in his hand. The shimmering liquid was so familiar to him, and panic and fear threatened to override everything else. But he’d agreed to this.
He’d asked for the potion.
Anything he did now… he’d brought upon himself.
It didn’t matter that Dominic would never let him say no.
He was choosing this. He was, again, choosing Dominic.
Onyx drank the aphrodisiac.
Arousal had already curled in his belly from the vampire blood and the touches to his cock, but this amplified it tenfold. His mouth went dry, the need for stimulation already starting to drive him mad.
He’d forgotten how intense this could feel.
Onyx’s heart had been racing even before the aphrodisiac entered his system, and the steady thud-thud-thud of his heart only seemed to grow more rapid. He wordlessly handed the vial back to Dominic, who brushed his lips against Onyx’s again.
“Tomorrow, we go back to the game as if this hadn’t happened,” Dominic murmured. “Tomorrow, we resume the dance.” His hand went to Onyx’s hip, stroking the sensitive skin there as he stared into Onyx’s eyes.
Onyx licked his lips, nodding even though he could barely catch his breath as the thought of it all threatened to make fear overtake all of his common sense. He could still fight. He could. It might not be a good idea, but he could do it.
What was he training for, if not this?
To kill others who tried to get between himself and Dominic apparently, which was a thought that might’ve made him laugh if he’d been capable of it right then.
“Have I lied to you before?” Dominic asked softly, the words invading his thoughts. “Only pleasure, I promise.”
Onyx shook his head mutely at the question. No, Dominic hadn’t lied to him. Or maybe he lied about everything, and that was why it was all so convincing. But it was easier, better, if he believed he could trust Dominic.
So he leaned up for a kiss, even as he reached down to grab his own cock. Dominic brushed Onyx’s hand out of the way, and he immediately started stroking Onyx’s cock. He deepened the kiss when Onyx whined, forcing his tongue into Onyx’s mouth like he was staking his claim.
And maybe he was. That was what Dominic said he needed, wasn’t it?
It felt surprisingly good, and the way the aphrodisiac burned through him made it even better because it didn’t allow his mind to process it as it might ordinarily have.
No, all he cared about was more.
More kisses, more touches, more pleasure.
Dominic groaned, quickening his strokes. The hand on his cock had Onyx coming in seconds, and he shuddered and moaned against Dominic’s mouth as his cum spilled all over Dominic’s fingers.
Dominic pulled away from the kiss and smiled. Onyx found himself trying to follow Dominic’s lips rather than pulling away from him, which only made Dominic chuckle.
“Such a beautiful, needy tiger I have,” Dominic murmured.
Dominic’s words, which should’ve bothered him, barely even registered in his mind. Who cared if he was needy? Who cared if Dominic found him beautiful?
He did. He always did.
Somewhere deep inside, he was screaming.
But he ignored it. Right then, he just wanted more kisses, more touches, and he whined again when he got neither. Instead, Dominic went for the lube and Onyx watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as a finger started to circle his hole.
He hissed in a breath as it slid inside him — not because it felt bad, but because the opposite was true, and he squirmed with the need for more.
Dominic hummed in approval, leaning down to reclaim Onyx’s lips again. “Touch yourself,” he murmured against Onyx’s lips, pushing a second finger into his tight hole and brushing over his prostate.
Onyx’s breath was coming in short pants already, and it only got more erratic as Dominic spoke, giving the order for him to touch himself.
He obeyed, the idea of coming on the other witch’s fingers not nearly as devastating as it might normally be because he simply wanted to find another climax.
His body wouldn’t be satisfied for a time yet, and there was no sense in holding back.
Not if his lust-addled mind had anything to say about it, at least.
“Come on my fingers, Onyx Rayne.” Dominic started stroking his fingers into Onyx’s body.
The use of his full name threw him briefly; it reminded him of the early days, and uncertainty made him stop stroking his cock.
“N-no,” he protested, the words slightly slurred, though he wasn’t refusing to touch himself or come, and he didn’t know if Dominic would understand what was bothering him.
Dominic pulled back from the kiss, his fingers pausing. He frowned slightly, studying Onyx’s expression. “No?” he asked, voice holding an edge of warning.
Agitation briefly flickered through him, and Onyx struggled to break free from underwater — or so it felt — as he tried to figure out how to express what he was feeling.
That was in the past. He wasn’t simply Onyx Rayne anymore, even though that was what Dominic kept focusing on, what Ambrose had focused on.
He wanted to be…
“Onyx,” he rasped, his eyes unfocused even as he tried to plead with Dominic. “Just Onyx.”
Dominic hummed in understanding. “Come for me, Onyx,” he said, watching his expression as his fingers started to move again, finding Onyx’s prostate. “My beautiful tiger.”
Relief hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for, but Onyx relaxed back against the bed as Dominic amended his words.
This was so close, too close, to things that he’d been through before, and anything that might throw him back too hard was a risk.
Even in this state, he could feel the agitation and fear, and he was all too aware of both.
But he returned to slowly stroking his sensitive cock as Dominic went back to touching him, fingers pressing against his prostate.
He wouldn’t be able to come as quickly or easily this time, not with the first behind him so recently, but it wouldn’t take long — and it didn’t, because he was so close to the edge already.
He mewled as his second climax ran into him, continuing to jerk his own cock as the pleasure swept over him again and left him breathless.