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His entire life, Ryneth had carried on because there was no time to stop and think. No time to make mistakes. Mistakes got you fired, and getting fired meant no food.

What did it mean to be Dariux? Moargan had said that Dariux were designed to create chaos, to crave violence.

But Ryneth had never felt that. He’d never wanted chaos in his life. But when he was with Daven, the buzzing stopped. The thrumming under his skin came alive, and it made him want to hang on to this man… and never let go.

“Baby,” Daven rumbled against his lips. “You’re driving me crazy. Is this what you need? Want me to make you feel good?”

Ryneth shook his head, lips trembling.

“Want me to make you forget your worries for a bit?” Daven’s mouth nibbled at the corner of his lips. Then at his chin. Licking his way down, he bit down on his Adam’s apple, making Ryneth flinch and giggle at the same time.

“We’ll send off the flower to your brother, and we’ll keep you safe.”

There was the sharp sound of a bottle being uncapped. Daven slid lower between Ryneth’s thighs beneath the water, one hand braced on the tub as the other reached for him. “Relax for me now, aethera. Let me prepare you.”

He slid one finger inside. Then two. He stretched him slowly with firm pressure.

Ryneth groaned and arched his back.

“You’re so tight. I love how you clench around me before I even give you what you want.”

“Good Light…fuck—” Ryneth’s knees shook when Daven hooked his fingers, finding his prostate.

Then, gripping Ryneth’s hips, he shifted them both and hauled him up until Ryneth was straddling his lap.

Daven grabbed Ryneth’s chin and forced him to look up. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You. I belong to you.”

“Say it like you mean it,” Daven snarled. He bit Ryneth’s shoulder. “Say it while you feel me opening you.”

“I am yours,” Ryneth rasped. He shoved his fingers into Daven’s hair. “You fucking asshole.”

“That’s right,” Daven chuckled. Then he kissed him, the kiss nothing more than a clash of teeth and tongue.

Ryneth’s static unleashed when Daven squeezed his ass, spreading him wide.

Ryneth pushed him back against the stone edge of the tub. He dug his nails into that smooth, tanned skin. He needed to scratch. To hurt. To see the blood. To mark Daven in the most primal way.

He was losing his damn mind.

The only thing that mattered was Daven. Those ember eyes watching his every movement. His hand wrapped around Ryneth’s cock, making him whine pitifully. And that cock…

“Fuck me already,” Ryneth begged.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you? Make you forget?”

“Yes.”

Daven smiled. “That’s a good boy, begging me.”

But there was no mockery this time. Just the steady pressure as Daven pressed the tip inside and pushed in slowly.

Ryneth gasped.

“There,” Daven hissed and bottomed out. He watched Ryneth’s eyes roll back. “You feel that? That is the only fact that matters. You’re full of me. You’re stretched around me. You’re exactly where you belong.”

Ryneth’s hands slapped against the marble. He bucked his hips, trying to draw Daven deeper. “More. Give me more.”