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With his lips still full, Elijah slid a hand up over Rain’s clenched abs, his eyes fixed on the sight of the prince writhing beneath him. He began to bob relentlessly, slurping on his cock. Rain’s moans came one after another, each one building on the last, the intensity rising in a steady, unstoppable climb.

Sensing the shift; the way Rain’s body tightened, the way his breath stuttered, Elijah adjusted his touch. His free hand left its place at the base of Rain’s length and pressed lower, finding the sensitive spot he knew would unravel him. Rain let out a guttural grunt, his grip tightening in Elijah’s hair as the pleasure crested hard and fast. His whole body locked, trembling, as Elijah worked him through the peak with practiced, devastating precision.

With the last shudder of his release, Rain lessened his hold on Elijah's soft mane, breathing heavily as he slowly returned to his body. His muscles eased, satisfied as Elijah sucked the last drop out of him before he kissed his way over hard abs and flopped onto the bed beside him.

Rain’s satisfaction sharpened into something darker, hungrier. “Good morning,” he murmured, though the words sounded more like a warning than a greeting. His gaze dragged over Elijah’s bare body—flushed, wanting, his slender erection already trembling with anticipation—and a slow, feral smirk curled across his lips.

He caught Elijah by the throat, not harshly but with unmistakable possession, pulling him into a kiss that was all teeth and heat. Elijah melted into it, whimpering softly as Rain devoured him, every twinge of pain only feeding the fire between them.

When Rain pulled back, it wasn’t gentle. He spun Elijah onto his stomach with a growl, the movement fluid and commanding. Elijah arched instantly, offering himself without hesitation, a needy sound breaking from his throat as Rain’s body pressed firmly against him from behind.

“Look at you,” Rain rasped against his ear, voice low and dangerous. “So ready to be ruined.”

His nails dragged up Elijah’s thighs, slow and punishing, leaving trails of heat in their wake. His fingers gripped hard at the curve of Elijah’s hips, pulling him back with a roughness that made Elijah gasp. Rain’s teeth sank into his shoulder, claiming, grounding, feral.

Elijah reached blindly for the lube, breathless and shaking, grinding back against Rain with desperate need. Rain’s hand slid down his spine, steady and possessive, guiding him exactly where he wanted him.

Elijah liked it rough.

Liked to be handled.

Liked to be dominated.

Rain knew it.

He fed on it.

He took his time, teasing him open with slow, torturous precision; not gentle, not soft, but controlled, deliberate, the kind of touch that made Elijah tremble and whimper and fall apart before anything even happened.

Rain worked him into submission, into obedience, into that perfect, pliant state he craved.

And then he destroyed him.

Just as he had the night before.

Chapter 55

Aloud shrill called for attention from the bedroom. Rain shut off the water and quickly grabbed a towel, barely drying himself as he stomped into the room, water dripping in his wake as he glanced at his Connekt to see who was calling. Upon seeing Snow’s identifier flash across the screen, he hurriedly worked the towel across his damp skin before tightening it at his waist. With a confused scowl and a flustered tap of the screen he successfully answered before it rang out.

An unfocused image of Snow sprung out of the tiny projector atop the device, shifting from a still into a live motion picture. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, her expression already halfway to irritated. “About freaking time!” Snow complained, a pencil tapping against what looked to be a notepad before her. “Where have you been? I have been trying to call you all morning.” Rain rolled his eyes, placing the device back onto the charging pad.

“I have been busy, and I had forgotten to charge this fucking thing before I went out last night. You know how much I hate these things.” He said, throwing an exasperated gesture toward her. The hologram of Snow settled more clearly now that he had placed it upon a solid surface.

“Busy doing whom? Because you clearly weren’t home. I have been calling since 5 am, in the hopes I could catch you before you went to training. Even the fixed line rang out every time, so I know you weren’t home.” She pried, her knowing glare as effective over the call as it wouldbe in person. He didn’t fight the smile that teased at his lips, he knew there was no point denying it.

“I just took a trip to the Blackhole, it's awfully boring being stuck in this house alone you know. I miss the girls. I miss you. I miss my own bed; ugh I even miss home cooked meals. I guess that is something to look forward to today, good food and perhaps I’ll finally get some undisturbed sleep… after meeting my future wife.”

He grimaced.

“Nice deflection.” She pointed out, not letting him move on so easily. “So, it was the sexy bartender, and you stayed overnight? That is unlike you, you must be feeling lonely. You know, he reminds me of a cat, the way he glides around the bar, effortlessly sensual. I can understand why you entertain him.” She mused.

Rain chuckled, she wasn’t wrong, he certainly had him purring and howling like a cat.

“Well, I unintentionally fell asleep, breaking my never stay over rule. But it was worth it.” He bit his lip at the memory of this morning. Snow fake gagged. He laughed again. “Okay, anyway, let me get dressed. We have so much to discuss, and I have something exciting to show you.”

Returning to the en-suite, Rain quickly shrugged into the clothes he’d set aside before showering. He was growing tired of being adorned in grey; it was so devoid of colour, amplifying the feeling of purgatory he seemed to be stuck within. While he preferred to be adorned in black, it never felt empty; it felt all-encompassing, powerful. He supposed another perk of returning home today was that he could finally dress in his own clothing rather than the garments supplied by the Shadow Guard. He appreciated their hospitality, but he was beginning to feel lost within the Grey Territory, like a fleck of ash among the cinders of a forgotten hearth.

Striding back into the bedroom, he continued, “Have you heard anything of Drazier’s next heir ball? Jay mentioned that he is in Carminia, hosting this weeks end.”