Now that the toy had been removed, Rabbit half expected for him to come down from his heightened state of arousal. Instead, those dirty words growled appreciatively behind him had his dick twitching and his ass rocking back suggestively before he could help himself.
“I knew you were made for me,” Baikal said, and it sounded a lot like he was talking to himself before he added in a firmer voice, “And the stage fright? That a gift from mommy dearest as well?”
Rabbit had almost forgotten they’d been discussing his issues. What did that say about him, that one suggestive comment from Void was enough to have his mind blanking and forgetting all that heavy nonsense he was always carrying around.
“I don’t think this is normal,” he murmured to himself, honestly wondering what could be wrong with him to be this turned on even knowing all the things that a man like Baikal Void was capable of.
“Which part?” Void asked.
Rabbit’s brow furrowed. “Are you forcing me?”
“Am I?” He grinned when that only had Rabbit’s frown deepening. “The definition of forcing someone is to make them do something against their will. You’re attracted to me, but do you want to be mine, little bunny?”
“We had a deal.”
“I’m not asking about that,” he said. “I’m asking what you want.”
Did he want to belong to the heir to the Brumal throne? Going only off of what he knew, which wasn’t much, no. From a young age, everyone was warned against getting involved with the Brumal. Rabbit had been raised on stories of people vanishing in the dead of night only to have their bodies wash ashore weeks later miles from where they’d last been seen.
Baikal had more wealth and connection than anyone else on the entire planet—aside from Kelevra—and once his father died, he’d inherit it all, whereas Rabbit…
By then, Rabbit would be traveling from planet to planet, at his mother’s side, diligently performing for the masses like the perfect trophy son she’d groomed him to be. And if he was bitter about that? Well, tough. There was no changing his fate. The one and only time he’d tried, he’d lost everything, including some of his memory and his sanity.
“No,” he admitted, tensing as he waited to be punished even though he was only answering the question he’d been asked. “I don’t want to be your toy, Void. I don’t want to be anyone’s plaything.”
Not Baikal’s or his mother’s.
“I guess that answers that then.” If Void was disappointed, he didn’t show it.
Could be he wasn’t bummed about Rabbit’s response at all. It was hard to tell how much emotion the man had other than curiosity and deviancy.
“Yes, little bunny,” he said then. He circled his hand around Rabbit’s dick once more, and at the same moment, his other fingers played at his opening, tentatively feeling that ring of muscle before they slipped inside and buried themselves deep into his velvety heat. “I am forcing you.”
Rabbit barely had enough time to suck in a breath before suddenly he was being worked from both sides, one hand stroking him while the other jackhammered into his ass. The movements were so fast he couldn’t do anything but stand there and take it, trying not to lose feeling in his legs. Using the sink, he held himself up, his entire body quaking as that heat built and built and built until it finally exploded out of him.
He came all over the mirror, globs of it continuing to shoot out of him, staining their reflection as Baikal kept pounding those long fingers of his in and out of Rabbit’s hole.
“Please.” Rabbit pushed off the sink so he could lean back against Baikal’s firm chest, trying to get him to stop, a whimper slipping past his lips when that only ended up driving those digits in deeper. “Please!”
“Say you’re mine,” Baikal growled.
Had Rabbit thought he wasn’t upset by his response earlier? How wrong he’d been. Looking into the mirror now, meeting Void’s hostile stare, it was impossible to mistake. As if to further prove that, wisps of black smoke started to drift off his shoulders, curling in the air to float and dance.
Even still, Rabbit found himself giving a single stubborn shake of his head in the negative.
Baikal added a third finger, the stretch larger than what the plug had been, and five times more intense since he was pumping them and curling them to rub against his upper wall with every outward stroke.
“Say it,” he ordered again, snarling when Rabbit gave the same answer.
One of their multi-slates went off, and Rabbit only realized it wasn’t his when Baikal turned his own wrist and checked the device attached to it. He swore and yanked his fingers free, but before Rabbit could give a sigh of relief that it was over, he spun him and captured his mouth in a kiss so brutal it could only be described as punishing.
Baikal bit and licked at him, shoving his tongue into the cavity of his mouth in fucking motions that mirrored what he’d been doing with his fingers only a moment ago. When Rabbit tried to pull away, he grabbed onto his head with both hands, yanking him back so he could devour him all over again.
As soon as he had Rabbit gasping for air, he dropped his mouth lower, latching on to that tender spot beneath his ear and sucking with all his might.
The sensation had Rabbit bucking against him, his dick instantly hard, as if the life-wrecking orgasm he’d just experienced had never occurred.
Baikal pushed him away as though he’d been burned, possibly even more pissed off than he’d been a second ago. The trails of shadow continued to seep out of him and flick around his person, but he hardly seemed to notice, all of his attention still locked on Rabbit.
