Lost Star (21 page)

Ravnos blinked. “Eh?” He’d been referring to his father.
Oh wait…
Seht had donated his DNA when he’d made him rehkyt. He rolled his eyes. “Proud of yourself?”

Seht lunged forward to grab Ravnos’s face. “Very.” He pressed an openmouthed kiss to his lips.

Ravnos’s mind emptied of everything but the warm, muscular body in his arms, pressing against his chest and belly, the smooth skin under his fingers, and the heated mouth attempting to devour him. The burning hunger that had always simmered within him and remained unsatisfied no matter how many lovers he’d taken ignited in a firestorm of virulent and violent lust. He grabbed Seht by the shoulders and slammed him backward down on the desk.

Seht grunted but reached up with both hands to grab Ravnos’s dark red braid and yanked, pulling Ravnos’s mouth from his. Seht’s eyes narrowed to electric blue slits. He bared his fangs and spoke in a soft but harsh whisper. “I should never have left you to suffer in isolation this long.”

Ravnos stared.
What…?

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Lightning quick, Seht sank his long teeth into the right side of Ravnos’s throat.

Holding Ravnos’s head firmly in place, Seht pulled his teeth free and swiped his tongue across the jagged tears.

Ravnos gasped in pain. Seht’s bite had not been gentle, and his licking wasn’t much of an improvement. Abruptly, his sensitivity to sound, scent, and sensation increased to painful intensity, as did his lust. His vision, however, began to haze over, and his limbs began to tremble.
Shit, Seht’s venom!

Seht pulled back, licked his lips, and slid a hand across Ravnos’s bare chest.

“Magnificent.” He captured a nipple in his long nails and plucked.

Carnal fire scorched along the path of Seht’s fingers and stabbed straight down into Ravnos’s dick, forcing a gasping moan from his lips.
I forgot…I forgot what his touch
feels like!
His hips rolled, rubbing against Seht’s crotch in blatant hunger.

Seht’s hands slid down to the waistband of Ravnos’s pants. “Yes, yes…I know.”

He tugged the belt loose and the buttons free, opening his pants, then shoved the garment down past Ravnos’s hips. “I know what you need.” He grasped Ravnos’s rigid cock and fisted his hand tight around it.

Ravnos choked. Seht’s powerful grip felt so good, it burned. It felt too good. He could feel his thoughts disintegrating, along with his hard-won control over his more bestial rehkyt nature.
No! I will not give in!
He grabbed Seht’s wrists and yanked them up over his head, pinning them to the desk, then lifted his knee to the desktop, jamming it between Seht’s thighs.

Seht twisted hard, struggling against Ravnos’s unforgiving grip. He bared his teeth and snarled. “Release me!”

Ravnos focused on the silver-haired prince beneath him. It wasn’t easy to keep hold of him by any means. He could feel by the straining muscles and the near-inaudible whine of hydraulic servos that Seht was fighting him with every ounce of strength he possessed. However, Ravnos had the advantage of height, weight, and augmentations designed specifically for his more-than-human body. He smiled. “No.”

Seht stiffened. “What?”

Pinning both of Seht’s wrists in one fist, Ravnos reached down to unfasten Seht’s pants. “No, I’m not letting you go.” He reached under Seht’s ass to grab the back of his waistband. “I’m not about to let an opportunity like this pass me by.” With one hard tug, he yanked Seht’s pants past his butt to his thighs, forcing both of Seht’s knees up.

His paired cocks slid free and arched up over his muscular belly toward his navel.

Seht bared his teeth. “You can
not
do this!”

“Oh?” Ravnos broadened his smile. “Then stop me.”

“I will!” Seht kicked out with his foot, aiming his sharp heel spur for Ravnos’s kidneys.

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“Whoa!” Ravnos twisted and grabbed the ankle of his boot. “Nasty little weapon you’ve got there.” He yanked, pulling the knee boot free from Seht’s leg. “Calm down.

I’m not going to hurt you.”

Seht’s eyes narrowed to ice blue slits. “I will
not
make the same vow.” He snarled and kicked out with his other heel.

Ravnos caught the other boot, and his temper sparked. “Bastard.” He yanked the boot off and shot a narrow-eyed glare at Seht. “What, do you
want
me to hurt you?”

“You are welcome to try.” Seht grinned, baring both his upper and lower fangs. “I am Skeldhi. Pain is one and the same with pleasure!”

“Is that so?” Ravnos smiled sourly.
Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have left my whip back
on the ship
. He licked his lips.
So, I’ll just have to get creative
. What did he have to work with? He only had one hand. The other was occupied with holding Seht’s. “Hmm…”

He reached down and tugged a slender, finger-width throwing blade from the seam in his right boot.

Seht snorted. “Am I supposed to feel threatened by something so terribly small?”

Ravnos grinned, wishing not for the first time that he hadn’t filed down his fangs.

“Let me teach you an old Terran saying. It’s not what you have, but what you
do
with it.” He twirled the tiny flat blade between his fingers and brought the point to the very tip of Seht’s nipple.

Seht froze, wide-eyed.

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Standing between Seht’s spread thighs, Ravnos stared down at the man he held by the wrists, flat on his back on the smooth smoked-glass desk, his frost white hair spilling over the far edge.

Seht’s gaze was focused on the point of the slender blade only a breath away from the tip of his nipple.

A cool and invigorating wave of excitement and anticipation rushed through Ravnos’s veins. All that muscular and pristine white skin was under his complete control. He could feel his grin widening even farther. He lifted the blade a tiny amount.

“Hold still. This is very sharp, and I’d rather not do any permanent damage.”

Seht swallowed but otherwise didn’t twitch a muscle.

Ravnos flicked the blade in a precise circle around the very edge of Seht’s areola, the puckered pink flesh that surrounded the nipple. A thin line of scarlet welled up but didn’t drip. The cut had only been deep enough to draw a very small amount of blood, which was all he needed. He leaned very close and dragged his tongue all the way around the small cut, liberally soaking it in saliva.

Quickly, he rose back up and flicked the blade around the same circle, cutting lines from within to without through the circle in rays, sketching a seeping sun around Seht’s nipple. This was something he hadn’t attempted with any of his human lovers.

His venom was generally far too intense for them.

Quickly, he moved to the other nipple and sketched yet another weeping circle.

Another lick and more ray lines were added. Ravnos then propped his elbow down by Seht’s left side and rested his chin on his fist, idly jiggling the tiny blade. He smiled.

Seht sucked in a slow breath and began to tremble, his muscles moving involuntarily. Both of his cocks swelled to a stiffness that actually pulled them away from his belly. The shafts darkened, the veins visibly pulsing with blood. The crowns Interstellar Service & Discipline: Lost Star

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bloomed to an angry purple. Clear, viscous fluid seeped from both crowns. He spoke in a hoarse whisper. “Your venom…”

Ravnos’s brows lifted slightly, and his smile remained broad. “Potent, isn’t it?”

Seht’s brow was dotted with perspiration, but his lips curved into a smile. “So, you’ve become something of a sadist.”

Ravnos’s eyes narrowed and his smile tightened. “I had to find a way to handle my…aggression. Erotic sadism, giving pain to those who derive sexual excitement from it, has proved quite effective.”

Seht’s eyes closed, and he began to pant. He spat out something harsh in a language Ravnos’s internal translator couldn’t decipher.

Ravnos lifted his head from his upraised fist.
I think he’s about reached his limit
.

Wearing a smile he knew damned well was completely smug, he twirled the tiny knife in his fingers. “Shall I continue?” He leaned close to Seht’s pointed ear and whispered,

“Or would you rather cum now?” He reached down, extended his index finger, and tapped the weeping crown of Seht’s upper cock, hard.

Seht’s eyes flew open, his body arched up hard, and he released a loud, choking scream. Every muscle in his body flexed, etched in stark relief, straining against Ravnos’s hold on his wrists.

Ravnos jerked upright, his brows lifting in surprise, but he didn’t let go of Seht’s wrists.
I didn’t think he’d be that sensitive to my venom.

Seht dropped back down onto the desk, gasping with his mouth wide open. Tears spilled from the corners of his closed eyes. His face, throat, and chest flushed to a deep pink. Tears of blood wept from the cuts around his nipples.

Ravnos leaned over him, frowning. The pulse in the prince’s wrists under his palm was strong, but very fast. Apparently, his blood pressure was actually causing the shallow cuts on his chest to bleed. “Are you all right?”

Seht opened his eyes. The cat-slits were dilated open to nearly full circular width with only a slender band of blue encircling the dark pupil. His entire body trembled. He spoke in a whisper. “L-let me c-cum.”

Ravnos’s frown deepened. He did not like the way Seht’s eyes had dilated.

“Seht?”

Seht turned to face him, snarling, his mouth stretched wide to bare his fangs to their fullest extent. “Let me cum!”

Ravnos’s exposed cock pulsed, causing a small amount of precum to dribble free.

He gasped with the ache of being harder than he’d ever been. The gleam of gold from the band around his wrist caught his eye. Captain Sear’s gift…

Ravnos used Seht’s wrists to pull him to the edge of the desk. The Skeldhi prince’s bare feet landed on the floor, his legs bound together by his own pants around his thighs. He then turned the prince around to face the table, grabbed a handful of all that long white hair at the base of his neck, and shoved him facedown on the desk, hard.

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Seht threw up his arms, keeping his face from colliding with the table. “What are you doing?”

Ravnos stared at the round, firm, snow-white butt bent over the desk. “Merely fulfilling your wish.” The prince was just far enough away that his cocks were not pressed against the desk’s unyielding surface. He licked his lips. Perfect. He released Seht’s hair for only a split second, just long enough to release the gold band from his wrist.

Seht shoved up onto his hands and glared at Ravnos from over his shoulder.

“What are you—” His eyes widened. “What is that?”

Ravnos grabbed Seht’s hair and shoved him back down. “Not for you.” He slid the ring over the head of his exposed cock to the very base.
Anchor thirteen
. His internal array broadcast the key word throughout his nervous system. The ring shrank until it snugly encompassed his straining length at the perfect place to keep him from ejaculating until he was ready to do so.

Eyeing Ravnos from over his shoulder, Seht’s eyes widened. “A cockring?”

Ravnos grinned. “Pity I don’t have any lube on me.” He turned to the side so that Seht could watch him as he licked his hand. “Beyond spit, that is.” He reached down to smooth his wet hand along the swollen length of his cock, taking the time to smear the dribbling precum all over the crown.

Seht’s sapphire blue eyes widened to show white all the way around. “You are not planning to…?”

Ravnos pressed his cock up against Seht’s smooth white ass and ground in. The friction felt heavenly. He groaned in sheer pleasure. “Oh but I am.” He fell over Seht’s back and whispered, “I suggest you push out very hard.” He reached down to grasp himself and slid his cock down the crack of Seht’s ass until his cock pressed against the tiny pucker right above Seht’s balls.

Seht pushed hard under Ravnos’s chest and growled, “You cannot do this. A rehkyt does not mount his master!”

Ravnos leaned down and whispered in his ear, “But I have no master.” He shoved, pressing the head of his cock against the tight opening between Seht’s cheeks.

Seht gasped and tensed, clearly resisting the intrusion.

Ravnos felt the red haze of urgency closing in on him.
Blood or sex…
His voice deepened to a rumbling growl. “You know what resistance does to someone like me. I suggest you stop, because I won’t.” He pushed harder, the pressure from head of his cock spreading Seht’s anus open through sheer force.

Seht moaned, his head dropping to the desktop, then arched under him. His body opened.

The head of Ravnos’s cock cleared the tight ring of muscles and forged into the hot, smooth velvet fist of Seht’s ass. Inch by snug, hot inch, his length was swallowed.

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warned him that the cockring had been a very good idea. His body was already trying to climax.

Under him, Seht released a deep and guttural groan. “You are a complete and utter bastard of the first degree.”

Ravnos stopped, pulled back just a bit. “That’s what they tell me.” He thrust in hard, slamming all the way into Seht’s body as far as he could go. The enveloping heat wrapped around his dick tightened in gentle suction, as though urging him even deeper. He released a heartfelt groan, nearly overwhelmed by hot, velvet bliss. The tightness from the cockring around the base of his dick delivered just enough of an ache to make the sensation even sweeter.

Seht hissed and released the tiniest of whimpers. “You didn’t even use your fingers to stretch me first.”

Ravnos leaned down to lap at the shell of Seht’s ear. “I thought you said you could handle a little pain.” He reached under to pinch one of Seht’s nipples and rolled his hips, grinding his cock within to force the body he’d impaled to make room for him. He felt the slightest of bumps catch on the upper edge of his cock’s crown.