He was gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want to watch him go at it?
“I’ve got no interest in screwing myself, or seeing myself screwed,” Rin scowled and pressed lightly at Kel’s wrist, the one holding the knife. “Back off.”
“He wouldn’t fuck like you,” Kel said, barely catching the way Rin went stiff at that comment, too caught up trying to conjure an image of what Sila Varun might look like during sex.
“Don’t,” Rin’s voice was deadly soft, barely a whisper spoken between them. “Doing this to one of us is enough. If you so much as lift a finger toward my brother—”
This wasn’t exactly how Kelevra had anticipated things going down. He’d hoped he’d invite Rin, have the guy blow off some steam, and then coax him back onto his cock. Coax being the important part of the plan.
Kel had never been very good at following plans.
His flower had just exposed a weakness, and while he’d been trying to play things nice, he wasn’t above using this newfound information to his advantage.
Screw Baikal’s way of doing mental gymnastics. Kelevra preferred to do things the Imperial way. Bribery and your everyday run-of-the-mill extortion. More his style.
“What if I did?” He wouldn’t. He had literally no sexual interest in Sila, but Rin didn’t have to know that. “What if I went to my sister right now and told her I’d changed my mind? It’s not unheard of you know. An Imperial takingtwoconsorts instead of one.”
“We’ll kill you first,” he hissed, but that wasn’t the reaction Kelevra was after.
He squeezed his junk again until Rin’s lips were twisting in barely veiled pain, then he eased up and began tracing circles with his thumb over his hard dick behind the pants. “Maybe you’re right, I’m already discovering one of you is enough of a handful to manage. I could always have him banished instead. Shipped off planet and sent back home. What was it called again? Started with a T…” He remembered. Kel couldn't forget anything when it came to his flower, but he could tell by the way Rin was holding his breath this tactic was working.
Forget Baikal’s shitty advice. Give him what he needs?
This was what Rin needed. A shove in the right direction.
Kelevra’s direction.
He pressed the flat part of the knife beneath his jaw. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
Rin sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide and frantic.
He was starting to panic; Kel recognized it this time, saw all the signs when earlier he’d been too blinded by lust to bother.
That had been messed up of him, he admitted. He wanted Rin, wasn’t above forcefully taking him against his will, but that didn’t mean he wanted him damaged in the process. Emotions were funny things, things that someone like Kelevra didn’t fully comprehend all the time. Still, he got the gist. They were important and fragile yada yada yada.
“Or,” Kelevra made it sound like he was just coming up with the idea, “I could pay for him to stay.”
Some of the faraway look in Rin’s eyes dissipated. “What?”
Huh. Maybe Sila was onto something after all.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Kel released his dick and reached up to brush strands of his sandy-gold hair from his forehead. It was still damp from the fight, clinging to the tips of his fingers the way he wished Rin would cling to him.
Soon.
“All it would take is one phone call,” he continued, keeping his tone gentle and lax, a sharp juxtaposition to the knife he still wielded. “I could pay off all three remaining years in one go even.” It was tempting to try and milk it, to offer only the first year and then make Rin give him something else down the line to pay off the others, but Kel was starting to learn.
Sila had mentioned Rin was all about control, and that was something Kelevra had already picked up on. It was part of what had enthralled him so much. Watching all of that tight-knit command over himself slip through Rin’s fingers as he’d come apart beneath Kel that night in the penthouse?
The most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
And he wanted to see it again.
Hewouldsee it again, for as many times as he wanted to. Possibly for forever if this thing he was feeling never went away.
Rin was the type of personality that carefully thought through everything, down to the minute details. Past, present, future? He’d account for them all, and any potential bumps that could occur down the road. Which was why offering to pay for all three years, to take away the burden of having to fret over something that wouldn’t come to pass for months yet, was the smart play.
Rin searched his expression for a moment before finally asking, “What would I have to do in return?”
