His ears flutter, and he shakes his head, realizing what he just said.
“Yes, as far as other Vyastil are concerned, that is what you are.”
“And you and me?”
He peers over at me and is annoyingly quiet. And I’m not in the mood to push.
“Yeah, alright. I see how it is. I’ll give you my cum, like thetoolI am.”
The air between us is thick with tension. I don’t want to be mad at him, but I am. I’m upset over this whole thing. It’s too much to process, to think rationally. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. But I can’t.
Even when I glance over and see Cielo’s pink jacket folded carefully on the counter, and his empty mug.
“Everest,” Rathyn says softly, but I wave my hand at him.
“Your cum factory will be fine. I just need a fucking minute.”
His hum is low and flat, but I ignore it, swiping at my eyes. Everything over the past day has been too much. My emotional human heart can’t take it.
Being injured by the guys from the gym. Losing Rath and realizing he’s hurt in a place I’m not allowed to go. Forcing Cielo to break all the rules to find him.
And then watching him being taken away.
I jump up and rush to the bathroom, locking the door behind me even as I feel Rathyn probing at my mind.
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
He does as I ask.
My fingers curl against the cold marble countertop, and I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red-rimmed, my cheeks splotchy. It’s then that I realize my cock cage is stillon. With trembling fingers, I find the key I stored away in the drawer and unlock it, pulling it off my dick and tossing it aside.
I don’t want that on me. Especially since Rathyn made it clear what I am to him. What he thinks about me deep down.
That’s only your emotions speaking,I try to tell myself, but it’s no use. I’m tired, worn down, and all I want to do is feel something other than this pain.
But Rathyn needs me, and as much as I want to punish him, I have a duty as his companion to offer him my cum.
I’ll take some ruenox and let him have his fill. But I won’t let him know how much I like it, or how much I yearn to be more to him.
I have more pride than that.
I have more than he could possibly know.
“You are far too quiet,” Rathyn says, his eyes narrowed, his ears bent down. He’s unhappy. Well, he shouldn’t be. He’s gotten plenty of cum from me. He should be satiated and content.
“I’m just being a good little tool,” I bite out, and Rathyn frowns from above me, his eyes gliding down my chest to my cock. It still needs release, my balls heavy and thick, my cock aching. I want more, but I refuse to admit it. The Vyastil may be stubborn, but so are humans.
Maybe to our own detriment.
“I have more in me. Get it out,” I hiss, and Rathyn’s lips turn down further.
“I do not wish to take you if you are upset with me.”
My cock jerks, and I bite back a moan. It aches, hurts in the worst way. But what makes it even more terrible is the ache inmy heart. “You had no problem taking it from me when I was strapped to a chair. Why is it different now?”
He stares at me, his ears flicking. He’s irritated and maybe a little confused. But I don’t care. Everything feels like it’s crashing down around me. I don’t know what I was thinking, becoming a companion to a Vyastil and falling in love with him in the process. It was a stupid mistake.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. I know what this is now—who I am to you. Just drink my cum, heal up, and get Cielo out of jail.”
