Page 115 of Broken Obsession

Was this—

A moan tore from his throat when something tight slipped over him, gripping his cock like a vice. It traveled all the way down to the root, squeezed, and then made its way back up, until just the tip was burning from the warm, wet phantom sensation.

“Lucifer.” The name echoed across the sky, a groan or a plea, familiar but still… wrong.

Ares didn’t get hard in any of these realities. When he’d visited the blue planet, he’d been in his sixteenth year, certainly of age for wet dreams and random influxes of hormones, however…Sex had never been an interest. How could it be, when his life was whittled down to needles and tubes and electric shocks?

Not to mention the name being called wasn’t his own.

Only…

Wasn’t it?

“Lucifer,” the voice came again, closer to his ear this time, and Ares jolted to the side, trying to escape whatever it was. But the grip on his cock tightened for his efforts, encasing him entirely, as that voice continued to call to him.

Ares made a grab for whatever it was over him, frowning when his hands connected with something solid that his eyes couldn’t perceive.

“Lucifer,” the voice whined. “Harder. I can’t do it by myself. Wake up.”

Wake up?

Wake—

Ares snapped out of the dream so fast he got whiplash, blankly staring sightlessly up at the ceiling of his bedroom in Castle Black as the world rushed back in and resettled around him. He’d decided to take a nap between sketches and had fallen asleep.

Alone.

The man responsible for waking him was hard at work, riding his cock like their lives depended on it.

A naked Eden straddled him, one hand braced on the center of Ares’ chest, the other clinging to the headboard. He used his knees to lift and lower himself in rapid succession, his dick and balls slapping wetly against Ares’ lower abdomen as he bounced on Ares’ swollen cock. His eyes had been screwed shut, but the second he opened them and noticed Ares was awake, he let out another groan, one that Ares felt all the way to his toes.

“Finally.” Eden dropped forward, capturing Ares’ mouth with his own in a quick, yet bruising kiss before straightening once more so he could continue to ride him with the same vigor. “I’ve been trying to wake you for ages.”

Ares' heated gaze swept down Eden’s form, and he realized the Starling had only gone as far as to pull Ares’ pants down to his knees, leaving him otherwise clothed. He’d been hasty, overly eager to sit on him.

Why?

“What are you up to?” Ares asked, eyes rolling back in his head, when Eden slammed down on him, pushing him so deep they both momentarily saw stars.

“What?” Eden replied, tone somewhat bratty. “Thought this was my seat. Doesn’t that mean I can take it any time?”

Ares grabbed Eden’s waist and drove up into him. “What’s gotten into you?”

He glared.

“I mean, besides me,” Ares said. He honestly hadn’t predicted this. He figured they still had some ways to go before the Starling willingly came onto him again. Waking to them already fucking? That was a dream come true. Certainly a reality he wouldn’t mind experiencing more of. But to ignore the fact that it was a surprise and somewhat out of character would be doing a disservice to Eden. “Did something happen?”

“Oh, you mean like my discovering you and Balthazar aren’t related?”

Ares frowned. “I never said we were.”

“You definitely let me believe that, though. By the way, you said his name in your sleep.” Eden leaned down, hand sliding from Ares’ chest to wrap delicately around his throat. “You whispered all breathily,Bal.”

“It’s a childhood nickname from when we were kids. I don’t use it anymore.”

“You called him that at my house before too.”

“Don’t be mad.” Ares cupped Eden’s left ass cheek and repositioned his other palm over Eden’s thigh.