Page 108 of Broken Obsession

“We’ll stay here for a while,” Ares said. “Give your sore muscles some time to soak. Then I’ll make us dinner, and we’ll turn in for the night.”

His hand stilled at the top of Ares’ scalp. “That’s it?”

Ares smirked and kept his face against his chest so the Starling wouldn’t see it. “You’ll sleep on my cock tonight.”

“Oh, hell no.”

“I wasn’t asking. That’s what I want. That’s what you’ll do. Behave, and I’ll stay still.”

“I’m not going to be able to fall asleep with you inside me, Lucifer.”

“Want to bet?”

“No, because I refuse to even attempt it.”

He made a big show of sighing disappointedly, allowing his arms to fall away from Eden’s waist as he pulled back. Ares returned to his earlier position, gazing up at Eden as he rested his head against the lip of the tub. “Are you sure that’s your final answer?”

“Yes.”

“Then I suppose you leave me no choice. If you break your end of the agreement, that means the deal is off. I’ll bend you over here and now and go back to banging you nice and slow. The water is still hot. We’ve got plenty of time before it turns cold.”

Eden’s face paled. “…You’ll stay still? No humping or mini thrusts or playing with my dick or nipples…You swear?”

“If you behave,” Ares confirmed.

“I get to sleep if I’m able—for as long as I’m able—and all I have to do is…keep you warm?”

“Yes.”

He clicked his tongue and looked away, pouting. “You win.”

Ares was always going to, but he decided not to rub it in and kept that truth to himself.

Chapter 25:

It wasn’t until Wednesday that Eden finally found the time to research the experiments on his own. He only taught one class that day, and Zar happened to be in it, but so far, the two of them hadn’t interacted much. The Black Hart was usually the last one to arrive and the first one to leave, and today had been no different.

But it’d given Eden the chance to investigate on his own. Since learning about the cameras Ares set up around Castle Black, he’d been more careful about his actions. Well…mostly he’d taken longer to dress and undress, in the hopes he was “secretly” being watched. It was small and petty, but Ares deserved to be taunted after what he’d done.

Sunday night, Eden needed to be carried to the car. His legs had been total jelly after spending the entire weekend trapped on Ares’ cock. Monday hadn’t been much better, and he’d ordered the damned fallen angel to drive him to the music building, since he didn’t think he’d be able to make even the short walk on his own.

And like hell was he going to allow himself to be carried around campus like some fairytale prince in distress.

He’d stubbornly made his own way back after classes, then had promptly collapsed into bed from exhaustion. When he’d woken, he was being smothered from behind in the bathtub, Ares stuck to him like a starfish.

They hadn’t had sex, but it’d been…intimate.

The Black Hart was like that.

Constantly guessing what Eden needed before he even realized it himself. Showing up with snacks and drinks and warmer jackets or heating pads. This morning, Eden had stumbled into the bathroom half dead from staying up grading papers too late, to find that his toothbrush had already been prepared.

According to Ares, these weren’t just ways to get to him either. This affection was apparently real. Lasting…Which was the scary part. Because with each thoughtful gesture, Eden could feel himself breaking down.

Edenwantedthis to be real. He wanted the love of Lucifer.

If this was a game, Ares had already won, and Eden was scrambling to hide that fact, desperately trying to slot the pieces back together.

While he’d been brushing his teeth this morning, however, he’d had a thought. A realization, so to speak. A lot could be said about a person based on their home life and how they’d grown up. For Eden, having come from a caring household, all of these sweet gestures affected him because they reminded him of what he’d lost. Of what he missed.