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“And now you get to wear it for the next few hours.” Uriel couldn’t help snickering.

“Fine,” Bruiser grumbled, but there was something indulgent in his expression.

“Show me your crack,” Uriel said.

Bruiser turned around. His thong was wrapped around his hips and wedged snugly between his muscular asscheeks, a pair of butterfly wings reaching out of his crack to cradle his glutes. It was hot and hilarious at the same time.

“I guess it could be worse.” Bruiser shook his ass, sending Uriel into another fit of giggles. “There we go. If I can shake your ass, so can you.”

Uriel wrinkled his nose. “I’m not shaking my ass for you.”

“Even with a bribe?”

“What can you possibly bribe me with?” Uriel asked incredulously.

“Ouch.” Bruiser pressed his hand between his ample pecs. “What about... a trip into my hoard?”

Curiosity gripped Uriel and refused to let go. “How old is your hoard? Actually, how old are you?”

“209 years old. And my hoard is 204. I started collecting for it when I was 5.”

Uriel’s eyes widened. “That’s... That’s actually kind of adorable.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Bruiser turned pink.

“What did your five-year-old self think was so important to add to a hoard?”

At that, the alpha grinned. “Shake your ass for me, and I’ll show you.”

Uriel scowled.

“Here, I’ll make it easier,” Bruiser said, his voice softer now. “Turn around.”

Suspicious, Uriel turned his back to Bruiser. To his surprise, Bruiser grasped his hips lightly and pulled him backward, so his shoulders thumped against the alpha’s chest.

“Now,” Bruiser murmured in his ear. “Shake your ass. Show me where you need me inside you.”

Heat shot through Uriel’s gut. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s easier, isn’t it? Wriggle a little, loosen up your body.”

Uriel wriggled. He could wriggle better than he could shake his ass. Behind him, Bruiser rumbled, pleased.

“Now, let’s stand in front of a mirror,” Bruiser said.

Uriel stiffened. Ever since he’d escaped from captivity, he’d avoided mirrors and reflective surfaces. There was no joy in seeing his own reflection. But if he could ignore himself and look at Bruiser...

Bruiser shuffled them forward until they were standing in front of a huge mirror.

“Mmm,” Bruiser said, running his hands up and down Uriel’s body.

That was another thing Uriel couldn’t comprehend—someone staring at his body and wanting to touch it.

But it was right there; Bruiser’s gaze filled with admiration as he cupped Uriel’s biceps and stroked his arms. He continued to look at Uriel, tucking his nose into Uriel’s hair, his cock growing hard against Uriel’s back. He wasn’t looking at anything but Uriel. As though he truly believed that Uriel’s body held some measure of beauty.