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Nur hitches up one leg to bare his hole to Arsene’s exploration. He rises up, his long, silken waterfall of hair slipping from his shoulders to brush Arsene’s chest. His eyes are fierce as he rocks back against Arsene’s fingers. Faint dapples of light drift across his face as the luminescent insects rise around them.
Arsene’s fingers slip in with ease. He’s soft and slick inside. His pulse throbs hard in his throat where Nur’s bite wound still aches.Like a bond mark.
Except not.
Because they’re not truly bonded.
Arsene shoves his pants and boots off, suddenly scrambling to get inside Nur. The bond doesn’t matter—he can still own Nur. He spreads Nur’s thighs over his hips and grips his cock shaft with one hand and Nur’s firm cheek with the other.
“Deep breath,” he warns.
“Don’t hold back,” Nur hisses, his eyes glowing.
His cockhead slides inside with ease. Then Nur is sinking down his shaft, his tight, rippling hole surrounding Arsene, his head tipping back and his jaw dropping open, and Arsene givesinto the urge to grab his hips and bury himself completely in one swift move. Nur yelps and scrabbles at his chest.
“That’s right,” Arsene growls as Nur’s claws rake across his skin. He fucks Nur open with quick, short thrusts, his cock pistoning deeper into that sweet, hot body. So different from the cold, guarded creature it belongs to. But at this angle he can’t get deep enough.
He rolls Nur over with ease and presses him into the ground as he folds his legs and fucks back inside. Nur howls. The intensity of his desire has Arsene shaking. His thighs work and he fucks deeper and deeper, seeking something, that sweet place inside that will drive Nur crazy. His mind is overtaken by instinct. Then Nur seizes around him.
His hand suddenly goes to Arsene’s throat and his claws prick Arsene’s jaw. “There—there.”
Heat breaks. His body floods with ecstasy. He groans and pummels his cock through Nur’s squeezing, clutching hole. Nur grips him deep inside, a hungry mouth suckling him with every thrust. A deep growl spills from his chest. He buries his face in Nur’s neck where his scent is strongest. In the aether, his hidden wings twitch and begin to unfurl. Surrounded by his vergis, he spills his seed into that tender heat.
Nur’s whole body goes loose, then taut. His narrow form shakes under Arsene, bucking, pinned on Arsene’s cock as he gives up his orgasm.
“Mine,” Arsene snarls, barely aware of what he’s saying. His wings ache to spread so much he can hardly keep them reined in. “My vergis.”
Nur’s hole milks him, squeezing aftershocks out of his sensitive cock. Then he twists under Arsene, his hand going to Arsene’s chest.
“I want to taste you,” he murmurs.
He bullies Arsene off him. Without a knot he slips out of Nur easily. He rolls over with a grunt, head still spinning.
Clouds of insects rise like shimmering waves of dust, making the most of their brief lives. Nur sucks him clean with satisfied noises, his nimble fingers everywhere at once. Arsene has to shut his eyes against the dizzying effect of it all. Aftershocks of his careless words echo up and down the bond.Mine. Mine. My vergis.
Chapter 17
NUR
Once they start fucking,it’s like he can’t hold back. And neither can Arsene.
In daytime, Arsene still orders him around as if he’s a camp dog. But in the privacy of their tent he never stops touching Nur, his big hands scaling Nur’s body as if they own him, stroking his chest, petting his nipples, tracing the scar around his throat casually, rubbing all up and down his hole. It drives Nur fucking crazy. It makes him wish he’d never tasted a soul. He wantsArsene’s touch to be what he craves most.
What an easy addiction to feed. At least as long as he obeys Arsene.
The life of an obedient dog isn’t so bad. He has companionship. He has food. His new master is certainly more fun than his old master—delightfully easy to provoke when they’re around the humans, then he punishes Nur with rough treatment at night. And hewants. His desire is palpable, a third presence between them. Nur wants to roll in it. Fill himself with it.
Do more to me, he wants to demand.Take me. Own me. Keep me on your cock, a plaything for your needs.He feels insatiable.
Of course, the angel is capricious—fucking a Hellbeast isn’t forbidden by his Council, but the words he murmurs in Nur’s ear at night almost certainly are. Torn in two directions, he has to break.
Arguments arise between Arsene and the humans as food grows scarce, a discussion Nur is only tangentially privy to: stay the course and enter the Deadlands in a few days, or turn south toward a rumored oasis where they could find game. Nur struggles to connect with these human concerns, but Arsene can’t seem to help providing regular updates—and complaints.
“Game means there will be chimeras,” Arsene growls as Nur tries to sidle past him out of the tent. This is the second night they haven’t touched—Arsene stands just outside the tent instead of coming in when they switch off, and that makes Nur twitchy. He’s not ready for the inevitable schism.
“Hm,” he grunts, trying to insert himself through the space between Arsene and the tent wall.
Arsene doesn’t budge. Nur’s pulse quivers with indecision—should he find this arousing? Or irritating?
