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It felt soft. Such a contrast to the man who loomed over him, his amber eyes bright with hunger that stared right into Ryneth.

They saw straight through him.

“You’re mine to break, and mine to fix.”

The words lingered in his mind. Had Daven used them, or had he simply dreamed them? Either way, Ryneth had never been anyone’s to break. And especially not anyone’s to fix.

Ryneth had just been… Ryneth. Oldest foster child of Mara. Protector of the rest of his siblings. Protector of the Ward.

Labor.

Cheap.

Poor.

“I don’t—” He whined when Daven removed his fingers, only to squeeze his ass cheeks before slowly sliding them back in until they reached his prostate. The earlier pain had slowly given way to something else. Something that made his stomach drop and his hips buck. “Hmpf…”

“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Daven purred and ploughed his fingers relentlessly inside Ryneth’s ass.

Fuck. It did. Did it?

His ass was on fire, that much was sure, the pressure a mixture of pain, discomfort, and something else. Something that made him feel incredibly full.

He shifted in Daven’s hold. His legs felt weak because of the way they were thrown over the other man’s wide shoulders. Or perhaps it was the drugs. Or his arousal. Good Light, Ryneth had never been this hard before.

No, that wasn’t true. He’d been this hard when Daven had taken his dick into his mouth and had played with it.

“Whatever you’re thinking of, keep it up. It’s making you drip so beautifully.”

Ryneth tightened his lips in annoyance, nostrils flaring.

Daven just laughed.

“No…” Ryneth whined before he could think.

Daven’s eyes flashed when they dropped to his mouth. Ryneth looked away, unable to see the contentment there.

“You’re hungry, baby. I can see it. You crave sex. And violence. It makes you want exactly what I do to you.”

“I have... told the truth,” Ryneth panted.

“Omission is a lie,” Daven tsk’d. His hand ghosted over Ryneth’s hip, the heat of his palm searing through the static. “I find your defiance entertaining. And very, very sexy.” Leaning in, he bared his teeth, flashing those jeweled incisors.

Ryneth watched as Daven climbed off the bed and went to the glass wall, leaving him open and trembling. He moved with that slow, measured confidence, as if the room belonged to him.

As if Ryneth did too.

He tapped the control panel set into the frame and the city dimmed. The glass shifted, and a holo overlay unfurled across the window, constellations blooming into place. Stars, so many of them. And bright moons. Helion’s sky rendered clean and close, like the universe had been dragged to their bedside.

Then Düren appeared. Small and cold, it hung there, distant and unreachable.

Ryneth’s throat tightened.

Daven looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Look. That’s where you came from.”

Ryneth’s cock jumped. His static stirred.

Daven’s gaze dropped, tracking the betrayal. “Still hard,” he murmured. “Even with your home watching.”