Lost Star by Hawke, Morgan (digital book reader .TXT) 📕

rigid slid between his ass-cheeks. “Ready?”

Aubrey sucked in a breath. Seht’s larger primary cock was about to enter his ass.

He was feeling Seht’s secondary cock under him. Crap! He stared up at Seht, trembling from a potent and confusing cocktail of fear and anticipation. “Do I have to be ready?”

His voice came out only a little tight.

“No.” Seht shoved, entering hard and fast, pressing deliciously past that spot within Aubrey to slam all the way in.

Aubrey cried out and arched, his other knee coming up in sheer shocked reaction.

“Fuck!”

Seht caught the raised knee, then shoved both of his legs forward until Aubrey was curled up with his knees very nearly against his chest. Fully seated within Aubrey’s ass, he leaned down and planted his hands on the mattress. “Precisely.”

Aubrey swallowed and stared up at Seht. With his legs hooked over Seht’s arms and his feet in midair, his body filled with painfully rigid heat, he couldn’t move at all.

His cheeks heated furiously, betraying just how embarrassingly vulnerable he felt.

Seht leaned down to deliver a sweet, gentle kiss, and ground deep into Aubrey’s ass, pressing deliberately against that hot point deep inside.

Hot, thick cum slid deliciously into his shaft, pressing against Seht’s belly. Aubrey tensed and gasped into Seht’s mouth, grabbing for the other man’s wrists. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”

Seht’s lips twisted into a sadistic smile. “No, you may not.”

Aubrey’s body locked up on him. He jolted in shock, his eyes opening wide. A startled cry left his lips before he could stop it.

Seht brushed his lips against Aubrey’s cheek. His chuckle was barely a breath.

“Good, pet.”

Aubrey groaned and flexed, his feet flailing, but in that position, he didn’t have one ounce of leverage. “You…bastard!”

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Seht’s gaze narrowed, and his mouth tightened. He pulled back and slammed in hard, pressing violently against that hot point within.

Intense and brutal pleasure knotted within Aubrey. His toes curled, and a cry was forced from his lips.

“That is not how a pet asks for what he wants from his master.” Seht ground into him, riding hard on that viciously sweet spot.

Aubrey howled.

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Chapter Ten

Up on his widespread knees, with Aubrey’s legs hooked over his arms, Seht held perfectly still. His cock was buried deep in Aubrey’s body and pressed viciously against that hot spot. He stared down at Aubrey, and his lips curved into a completely ruthless smile. “Tell me what you want, pet.”

Aubrey stared up at him, panting, his head and shoulders enveloped in the curtain of Seht’s long white hair. His heart hammered in his chest, and his body wouldn’t stop trembling. His painfully hard cock dribbled onto his belly. He was desperate to cum and unable to do a thing about it. He clenched his jaw. He didn’t mind asking, but he didn’t want to say that word: Syr.

Seht’s gaze narrowed.

Crap… Aubrey dug his nails into Seht’s wrists. “Seht, you’ve got my body, okay?

What more do you want?”

Seht’s lips tightened into a thin line. “If you are to live, I must have your complete submission.”

Aubrey swallowed. “Just how ‘complete’ are we talking here?”

Seht licked his lips. “I have your body, but I do not yet have your stubborn will.”

Aubrey shifted uneasily. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“You do not have a choice.” Seht’s blue gaze brightened with moisture, but his lips curled back, showing his fangs. “I will have your submission so that you may live.”

Aubrey’s heart twisted painfully. “Why? Why do you want me to live so damned much?”

“Damn it, Aubrey…” Seht bowed his head briefly, then tossed his head back up, flipping his long hair back. His gaze focused and heated. “I need you to live because”—

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single tear slid down his cheek. “I strongly suspect I may have actually fallen in love with you.”

What?

Staring at Seht’s tear, Aubrey shivered. Was that why his chest hurt so badly? Was this…love?

Shit…

Seht leaned slightly to the side and lifted off his hand to wipe at his damp cheeks.

“Strange emotion, this love.” He smiled briefly, and another tear slid down his cheek.

“I’d always heard that it was glorious and uplifting.”

Aubrey nodded. He felt like total crap. “They lied.”

Seht choked on a small laugh, but his smile was only fleeting. “Indeed, they lied.”

He sighed.

Aubrey looked away. It hurt too damn much to see Seht’s tears. “Damn it, Seht.”

“Aubrey, please… If I do not succeed in mastering you”—Seht’s voice broke—“I will be forced to destroy you.”

“You?” Aubrey stiffened, shocked. “Why you?”

“I made you.” Seht sucked in a deep breath. “I am responsible for your existence.

If I cannot gain your submission, I must destroy you.” He pinned Aubrey with a glare and curled his lip, baring his long teeth. “If you force me to kill you, I swear I will follow you into death and torment you throughout your next life!”

Aubrey blinked. “You believe in reincarnation?”

Seht snarled. “My religion is not the point here, damn you!” His tears dropped onto Aubrey’s cheek. “The point is, if you die, I die with you!”

Aubrey stared. He couldn’t actually be serious? “You wouldn’t.”

Seht spoke through his clenched teeth. “I most certainly would.”

Aubrey’s heart slammed in his chest. “That’s crazy!”

Seht snorted and rolled his eyes. “I believe I just finished mentioning something to that effect?”

Aubrey’s stomach did a slow, sickening turn, and his heart burned. “Seht, you can’t mean that.”

“I can indeed.” A bloodcurdling smile graced Seht’s lips, but his eyes shifted into ice blue feline slits. “And I more than have the means, believe me.”

Aubrey dug his fingers into Seht’s wrists, his heart beating in his mouth. “You can’t die because of me.” Too many had died already.

“And why not?” Seht’s gaze narrowed. “If you can escape into death, I see no reason why I cannot follow you.”

“You can’t because…” Aubrey floundered for something to argue with, but not a damned thing came to mind.