Page 30 of Broken Obsession

“Yes. If it’s something I owe you, you set the pace. But if it’s something you owe me…” He allowed his statement to trail off, hoping Ares would catch his drift.

He wasn’t disappointed.

“Should we call this a trial run?” Ares asked suggestively. “Typically, you get to test the hoverbike before buying.”

Eden should put a stop to this before it was too late. Before he wrecked his life and got involved with someone as dangerous as Ares Major. But maybe he really was the God of Creation, because he’d certainly created a longing within Eden unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

He wasn’t thinking with the head between his shoulders, that was clear.

“I’m not sure you’ve earned the ride,” he drawled, hating how easy it was to slip into bedroom talk with this virtual stranger.

A stranger who could just as easily put him in the ground as he could to bed.

There’d been nothing in the papers about Galen Stone. Nothing to say he was missing or otherwise. It was like he’d vanished without a trace, or worse, like he hadn’t existed at all. Was that the kind of power Ares wielded? The kind that could completely erase someone?

Was that the kind of power Eden needed to go up against the Dephik family?

“Not a fan of murder?” Ares guessed. “Mad that I killed your investigator?”

“No,” he admitted bluntly. There was a sense of freedom being in the company with a man like Ares had that Eden hadn’t felt with anyone else before. He got the impression he could say anything, voice any secret, evil thought, and not be judged for it. “I’m mad that you didn’t make him suffer more.”

A shutter fell over Ares’ expression, and for a split second, Eden feared he’d been wrong, and he’d taken things too far after all. Until the Black Hart smiled at him, warmly, almost comfortingly. The kiss he planted on Eden’s forehead was gentle, and in the next instant, he had a hand wrapped around the base of Eden’s dick.

Eden cried out, mouth falling open as Ares bent down and his tongue darted across his rosy head. The tip flicked across his slit, lapping at beads of precome as they trickled out of him. He gripped the arms of the chair hard enough that the wood creaked, thin ropes digging into his wrists where they held him in place.

“Relax.” Ares blew a cool gust of air across Eden’s member, grinning when that had his hips twitching. Without any more warning than that, his mouth returned to his dick, paying close attention to his crown. His free hand dipped lower, cupping Eden’s balls, squeezing them once before rolling them on his fingers.

The nerve endings at the end of his shaft sparked, and he felt a ticklish sensation, the kind that left a person squirming and desperate for relief. Ares’ tongue was warm and wet as it circled his head, then flattened and pressed beneath his crown, before sliding down the length of him to the base, where he gave a little suck before trailing back.

All the while, he continued to play with his balls, tugging them, rolling them, and squeezing them in alternating patterns that Eden couldn’t follow. The dual sensation had his ass clenching and his breath quickening, and when he glanced down, a groan slipped out of him unexpectedly.

Ares kept licking and sucking, seemingly entranced by the task at hand. As though there was nowhere else in the entire universe he’d rather be than right here, worshiping Eden’s cock.

When he finally wrapped his lips around him and took him into his throat, stars exploded behind Eden’s eyes, and he was forced to close them or risk coming.

Ares deep throated him slowly, almost sensually, taking his time with it and working his tongue across the bottom and sides as he bobbed on and off him. The hand he’d been using to keep Eden’s dick still moved to his thigh, massaging the tight muscles there like he’d been doing earlier.

“Lucifer,” he moaned, tingling all over as the Black Hart picked up the pace, sucking on him harder, humming when his crown traveled partly down his throat, so that vibrations thrummed through him. His balls drew up, but were tugged on again, and this time, one of Ares’ fingers separated from the rest, reaching back to prod against his taint, just beneath his fluttering hole.

Eden lost track of time. Whenever he felt like he was close to coming, Ares would switch things up on him, slow his speed, pop off his dick and go back to licking at him with that devilish tongue.

He paid a lot of attention to the tip, covering it in saliva and smeared precome, eyes gleaming wickedly up at Eden whenever he gathered enough strength to dare glance down at him.

At the fallen angel doing Light's work between his thighs.

Gods.

Eden’s toes curled against the floorboards, and his legs shook when Ares sucked him down again. Fearing another edging session, a whimper escaped him, words tumbling past his lips frantically.

“No more,” he begged. “Please. Please. Let me—”

“What if I don’t want to?” Ares asked, delivering the words between gentle licks and sucks on his overly sensitivecrown. “Maybe I’m not ready to be done yet. You taste like paradise. Did you know?”

Eden shook his head, only partially registering what he was saying. “Please.”

Ares sighed, making his disappointment known, and then nuzzled his dick. “Does this mean we have a deal? Are we officially going to play?”

“Yes! Yes, whatever. Just let me come.”