He wanted to be deeper. Wanted to be so far inside of Nuri, there’d be no escaping him ever. Wanted to burrow and crawl his way in and latch on and never let go.
“Come for me,” Silver demanded. He wasn’t in Swift form, meaning his control over Nuri’s body shouldn’t work, but that didn’t seem to matter.
Tossing his head back, Nuri wailed as he climaxed a second time, muscles tightening around Silver’s cock in the process, milking him when he fell shortly after.
An explosion went off within him, Silver’s whole being coming undone with his release. Nothing had ever felt so right in his entire life. His cock forced between Nuri’s cheeks. His mate pinned beneath him, every bit as breathless and spent as he was…
This was it.
This was what he’d been working toward. What he’d been waiting for.
He was so close to perfection he could taste it, but logically, he knew he wasn’t quite there yet. Just a minor misstep would be enough to undo all of this.
So as badly as he wanted to lay here forever, keeping Nuri as close as physically possible, Silver groaned and pulled away.
Nuri didn’t move when he climbed off of him, chest still rapidly rising up and down. He was covered in spunk from his stomach to his thighs, globs of sticky white fluid leaking from his mistreated hole.
Silver made his way to the bathroom, working on instinct as he grabbed what he needed and returned to clean Nuri up. There was no reaction when he did. He was able to move the other man’s limbs however he pleased as he ran a warm washcloth over him.
Nuri was still there when he left and came back with the key to the chain. Didn’t so much as flinch when Silver undid the clasp and let it drop to the ground with a loud clatter.
But his eyes popped open when a second later, another thin ring of metal was attached there in its place.
“What the hell?” Nuri sprung up, wincing when he moved onto his ass too quickly, and then yanked his leg out of Silver’s hold. “What is this?”
“Tracking device,” Silver explained. “You have to wear it if you want to go.”
Nuri tugged at the small silver band secured loosely on his ankle. “Why? And did you honestly think I didn’t know that you can track me through N.I.M.?”
Actually…
“I was not aware you’d figured that out, no.” Silver ran a hand through his damp hair. They were both going to have to shower before they left.
“You promised our original agreement was still in effect,” Nuri said in obvious frustration. “I’m not planning on going back on my word. Remove this at once.”
“If you want to go—”
“Is this about Brix?” he cut him off. “Are you still mad about that? I don’t care what he tried to convince you, I have nothing to do with him. I won’t try to go see him or anything—”
It hadn’t even occurred to Silver that he might.
“Narek,” he snapped. “Do you want to visit your siblings or not? If we keep arguing like this, we’ll miss our flight, and I will not be rescheduling.”
Nuri’s mouth opened.
“There.” Silver nodded. “That’s better.”
“You’re letting me go to Vitality?” he sounded like he didn’t dare hope.
“Weare going,” he corrected. “But yes. If you still want to.”
“I’ll wear the tracker,” Nuri blurted almost before he could finish his sentence.
He grinned, but couldn’t help himself from prodding the subject. “Since you brought him up, aren’t you going to ask what I’ve done to Brixton?”
Nuri considered his next words carefully, at war with his own conscience for a minute before he settled on a reply.“I’m sure you’re smart enough not to have taken things too far outside the parameter of Intergalactic Conference law.”
“He’s still breathing,” he confirmed snidely.
