“Are you excited? It sounds like it will be fun. And you get to see so much of the Federation.” If Noah was given the chance to travel like Teresa was going to, he’d have jumped at the opportunity. Especially if Reign could tag along.
“Oh, I’m not sure I want to,” she countered.
Noah frowned, cutting a piece of his chicken. “Why not?”
She contemplated her answer for a bit as she swirled the wine in her glass. After she took a sip, she said, “You’ve seen how… misguided people can be. It pains me knowing we could do so much for them and yet the government won’t budge. If only they let the Church help, things would be a lot better…”
Noah was glad he’d chewed and swallowed his bite already, because he would have choked. The Church’s ‘help’ was the last thing this country and the rest of the world needed. Especially when there would be no choice but to accept it. Knowing what he knew now and considering that those of higher standing like Teresa were the ones who pushed that agenda to begin with, Noah held no doubt that God had to have interfered in some way. Manipulated them or promised them things or… could hedo magic juju like Reign? If demons could grant wishes, then surely God could easily be able to do basic compulsion or something. If he’d magic-ed up a couple of humans in the right places –lo and behold, they’d founded the Holy Christian Empire.
“You are right,” Noah agreed a little slowly, but being in the middle of eating his food masked it up well. “But, well, I am sure your visits will be a step in that direction…”
“Why, of course. It is part of the reason why I’ll be taking those trips.”Partof implied it wasn’t the entire reason, though she didn’t seem like she was going to elaborate, so Noah didn’t press her, instead letting the conversation shift to nonsense small talk.
Once they finished dinner, he escorted Teresa to her private apartment. He considered going straight to Reign’s, but he felt like he needed a long, cleansing showerto rid himself of the lingering sensation of Teresa’s touch. The conversation as well had left a bad taste in his mouth, her ideas about ‘reforming’ the Federation’s ‘wrong’ ways making him feel even more uncomfortable than how he’d felt when she’d asked him to be the Empire’s spy.
As usual, she didn’t miss the opportunity to bring her husband training project up either, letting Noah know as he instructed the taxi back to the embassy’s complex that since he couldn’t currently partake, she would be more than happy to arrange for one-on-one sessions while they were here in Seoul.
As if Noah would ever agree to that. Tolerating her excessive touching and the seductive smiles, the occasional dinners… those were more than enough.
There was no point entertaining that train of thought, so he let it pass, staring absentmindedly out of the car’s window. When he arrived at his accommodation, he slipped under the shower, then got ready, choosing a purple shirt and the fitted black trousers that made his ass look extra nice. He snuck out of the embassy via the surveillance’s blind spots he’d scouted out and made it to Reign’s house just as it was passing 10 p.m. The car didn’t enter the driveway, dropping him off in front of the open gate, so Noah walked that last bit, the relative quietness around him making him all too aware of the crunch of the gravel under his feet. Each step unleashed a flutter in his stomach, his body slowly winding up until his nerves danced with anticipation as he rang the intercom. The door buzzed open without a reply and Noah slipped inside, heading for the second floor.
Here too, like outside, silence ruled save from the crackling of firewood in the fireplace next to the couches. Noah paused, studying it because it wasn’t actually a fireplace, but rather, a glossy black fire stand-thing shaped like a cylinder that he’d assumed was a weird table or some sort of a decorative piece of abstract art. When he was done marveling at it, Noah scoped out the rest of the room, realizing Reign wasn’t here.
Was he in his room?
“So…” Reign drew out, his warm breath tickling the back of Noah’s neck in the most pleasant and tantalizing of ways. “Where should I fuck you tonight, Noah?”
A tail flicked in Noah’s line of sight from the side as the tips of Reign’s claws trailed down his spine. Reign’s tongue and teeth went straight for the side of his neck, moving on to his shoulder next, while Reign’s free hand made quick work of his shirt.
“Ah, Reign…” Noah huffed, barely able to hold in a moan. His cock was already hard, and his body was comingto life with desire, these few caresses more than enough to light him up. “I want to talk first…”
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Noah?” Reign purred in his seductive lilt.
Noah could already feel he was losing himself to Reign’s touch, but if they didn’t talk now, it was unlikely they would until tomorrow, and he wanted to get what Teresa had asked him out of his system.
“Teresa—” Noah gasped as Reign shoved a hand in his pants and wrapped it around his cock. “She wants me to spy on you…”
“Spy on me?” Reign echoed back, not sounding like he was concerned.
Noah took the small device she had given him out of the pocket of his shirt. “Well, not on you, per se. On the Federation through you. She wants me to bug your phone or computer.”
“Whatever for?” Reign probed, using his free hand to snatch the device from Noah. He inspected it quickly, then tossed it on the couch, pressing his hard length against Noah’s ass.
Noah panted, letting out another moan as Reign’s hand sped up. “It… she wants to find out about some dealings between your country and the Americans, but she… wouldn’t say what kind.”
“Oh? And she sent her little lamb to gain her access to that information through me?”
“Yeah…” Noah pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, muffling yet another cry of pleasure when Reign started rolling his hips and rubbing against Noah.
“So, is that what you are currently doing, Noah?”
Smiling, Noah shook his head, tilting it to one side to give Reign better access to his neck. “No. Would I be telling you what I just told you if that was the case?”
“I suppose not,” Reign acknowledged, amusement sneaking into his voice. “So then, you want my help in figuring out what to do? Is that it?” He squeezed the base of Noah’s dick.
“Yess,” Noah groaned with a hiss, coiling his fingers around whatever part of Reign’s arm he could grip. “Reign. Bedroom,” he demanded, the teasing driving him insane.
This new development was worrying, but his brain wasn’t quite working anymore. And besides, he’d technically just told Reign, so the details could wait until later.
