Page 694 of Coal Hearts

Hard.

Star-burstingly hard.

Peter shuddered as the Master went to let him go and shove Henri aside. He cursed in frustration. His face twisted up from being denied the only thing he needed in that moment.

I kept coming.

He didn’t.

I transcended every mortal bone and decided to give Peter what he needed.

To find a smidgen of bliss in this awful place.

To be free, just for a moment.

“I love you,” I breathed.

I barely spoke the words.

Peter’s reaction was instantaneous.

He jack-knifed in half as the Master took his hand off his cock.

It didn’t matter.

Ribbons of white pulsed from him, arching through the bright, colourful lights of the nightclub and splashing onto the polished dance floor.

We came together.

Two friends.

Two soulmates.

All while my twin flame sent me spiralling into a barbaric release.

Victor clapped his hands as I slowly dropped from the stars and slammed back into my body.

“It seems we have two winners, gentlemen.” Striding toward us, he patted Henri on the shoulder as he removed his fingers, slick with my climax. “Your winners are, Henri Mercer and a fairly recent acquaintance, Wilson Optin. Congratulations, gentlemen. Go claim your spoils.”

Striding off, the music switched on again, far too loud and pounding in my skull.

The jewels were grabbed by different Masters, and the night unspooled with fresh debauchery.

Without a word, Henri snagged my cuffed wrist and tugged me through the crowd.

I looked back at Peter.

He gave me a single wave as Wilson dragged him the other way.

Sickness rushed up my throat.

I’d tried to give him something good.

Instead, I’d delivered him into something awful.

Again.

He’d be hurt because of me.

And no pleasure was worth that.

I hung my head in grief as Henri squirrelled me away.