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"If you’re lying, I’ll get revenge on you,” Ryneth panted. His head lolled back as Daven let his air caress the other man’s chest and stomach, while he slowly kept on working him open with one finger.

Ryneth clawed at the air, his body bucking against the invisible restraints.

“That’s it, baby. That’s a good boy.” Adding a second lubed finger, Daven kept scissoring him open, slowly working the tight ring loose. “You’re loosening up for me, aethera. For the only one touching you like this. And when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck the stubbornness out of you until you forget what anyone else ever did to you. You’re going to come on my cock, and you’re going to remember exactly who put you there.”

14

RYNETH

Ryneth mewled, arching his back.

Good Light, he’d never been this aroused. His ass was throbbing, his dick was leaking, and his knees were shaking against Daven’s shoulders.

He should’ve been thinking of how to escape what was coming, but the truth was, he couldn’t. His mind had turned to mash.

He had done that. This infuriating, Imperial prince.

Ryneth had never hated someone so much.

Liar.

“Light, aethera, you’re tight,” Daven murmured against his shoulder. “My dick is going to love being milked inside your heat.”

Ryneth wanted to say something snarky in return, but his mind was temporarily off duty. Besides, Daven’s air tightened around his throat. It made it hard to do anything but moan.

Fucking Daven.

“Got nothing to say to that, baby?” Daven grabbed Ryneth’s cock. He stroked him in the same rhythm as his fingers. “Here.” He swiped a thumb over the tip and pressed it into Ryneth’s mouth. “Taste how delicious you are. Taste the mess you make.”

“No. You filthy pig.” Ryneth tried to turn his head away, but the air turned into invisible vines, grabbing hold of him and hauling his face back to Daven’s finger, slick with him.

“Got a little misdirected there, baby. That’s okay. Here.” He pressed the wetness against Ryneth’s mouth. “Taste it.”

Ryneth shook his head, but the air curled tighter. It made his lungs burn.

“Come on, Ryneth. Taste yourself. Here, let me scoop you up some more. You’re so fucking wet for me.” Daven’s fingers slid back into his hole, reaching further this time. Reaching impossibly deep. There…

“F-fuck.” Ryneth let out a choked gasp. He nearly arched off the bed.

“There. Gotcha.” Daven smiled, then worked the spot over and over again with fast movements while stroking Ryneth’s cock slow. Too fucking slow. He was never going to come like this.

Ryneth grumbled. The rhythm was all wrong, meant to fuck with his head. His tongue darted out before he could think of it and he licked his lips, tasting the salty twang of his own precum.

Daven grinned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Leaning in, his mouth ravaged Ryneth’s, licking and nipping until Ryneth could only moan and rock his hips forward, seeking more… more of the madness. His head lolled back.

“Look at you,” Daven growled. He gripped Ryneth’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing the straining line of his neck. “Half-suffocated. Dripping. Still trying to fight me. But you’re not going anywhere, Ryneth.” He licked the sensitive skin from his collarbone up to his earlobe. “Say you won’t.”

“Fuck you,” Ryneth wheezed. The air around him cinched until his lungs burned.

Somewhere he heard Daven laugh, the rich rumble a caress to his overstimulated body. Was he still touching him? He couldn’t be sure. The room had gone darker.

The hum thrummed under his skin, and Daven seemed to feel every bit of it. The confusion made Ryneth furious. He wanted to scream, to lash out with the static and burn the walls, yet the only thing his treacherous heart truly wanted was to be good for this man who’d come out of nowhere and had promised to protect him.

“Stop fighting the air, Ryneth,” Daven’s voice drifted from the darkness. “It only tightens when you struggle. It’s like me. The more you pull away, the more I have to bind you.”

It was the opium. It had to be. Floating in his mind, creating a fog that made his skin hypersensitive. Ryneth’s throat was parched. He wanted to drink, to drown the static in liquid fire, but he wouldn’t ask. He wouldn’t give Daven the satisfaction of a plea.

There was nothing else to do but let the air cling around him, keeping him on the silk sheets, caging him in and protecting him at the same time.