Page 58 of Broken Obsession

“Screw this.” Eden latched onto his elbow, twisted him around and then shoved, forcing Ares into that spot he was so obsessed with. He came crashing over him, lifting onto his toes, mouth sealing over the Black Hart’s in a breath-stealing kiss.

He held his face still as his tongue dove between Ares’ full lips, tasting the tang of blood from where the Black Hart had bitten himself. Eden pressed in closer when Ares gave no reaction, rubbing against him until he began to harden beneath the towel.

“Lucifer,” he urged, making his voice breathy and a bit desperate in the hopes it would call to the man’s primal nature. “Hey. Come back to me.” He kissed him again, pouring all the pent-up passion he’d been left to deal with on his own into it. “I need you. We have a game to play, remember?”

“Game?” Ares sounded incredibly far away, and when he blinked at him, Eden couldn’t tell if he was actually seeing him or not.

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re going to try to blow my back out.” Maybe he shouldn’t phrase it that way to a man with a blaster. “I mean, you’re going to see if you can fuck me hard enough that I can’t walk straight tomorrow. What’s wrong? Not interested in playing anymore?” It was a shot in the dark, but Eden motioned with his head toward Noon. “That’s fine. I bet he’ll play with me. Same game. Different cock. Who knows? Maybe his will be better.”

A dark chuckle came through the multi-slate speaker. “Precarious choice. I approve. Did you hear that, Creation? Your Starling is about to fly away.”

Fire flared behind Ares’ gaze, and he moved in a flash, switching their positions so he could roughly pin Eden against the fridge. His body was tense, corded muscles pressed against Eden, trapping him between hard surfaces so tightly it became hard to breathe.

“Five things I see,” the Black Hart practically growled. “A Starling who wants to be filled. A Starling who belongs to me. A Starling with a wandering eye. A Starling asking to be punished. A Starling—”

Eden kissed him again. Maybe he shouldn’t have, since it seemed like Ares was running through a series of steps to calm himself down and refocus, but the urge was too great, and before he knew it, Eden was giving in to it.

It was the Black Hart’s own damn fault. All that talk about ownership and punishment, when Eden was already so turned on he felt like his balls were about to burst.

Ares bit his tongue, hard enough to draw blood, and Eden moaned and ground himself forward as best he could as pinned as he was. There was little to no room to do it, but his attempts didn’t go unrewarded. The Black Hart’s cock hardened against Eden’s stomach, the impressive length and size of it causing his breath to lodge in his throat.

Good Light. Was he even going to be able to take all of that?

A hand came to the towel wrapped around his waist, and fortunately, Eden recalled they weren’t alone, just in time to stop Ares from tearing the covering away.

“Hold on!” He gasped and tore his mouth free, shaking his head when a primal sound of displeasure spilled from between Ares’ lips. “It’s not that I don’t want to. Noon is still here.”

“He isn’t the only one,” Zar’s voice drawled from the speaker. “Are you present now, Creation? Or are you thinking with the head between your legs and still drifting?”

Ares blinked wildly, and then the words seemed to register. He gave one last longing look down Eden’s body and then stepped back.

Zar clearly took his silence as an answer and gave a sigh of relief. “Where is Mother?”

“Dead,” Ares clipped without hesitation.

“Yes, butwhereis she, little brother?”

Oh. They were brothers. Eden didn’t bother picking apart why that made him glad.

“Hell if I know.” Ares closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his nose. “She isn’t here. The veil is closed.”

“Keep it that way.”

“I know.”

“This was…”

“I know.”

“Starling,” Zar called out to him, and Eden reacted to the commanding tone without thought.

“Yes?”

“He hasn’t fractured like that in eight months, six days, seven hours, and four minutes. If you aren’t going to be conducive to his healing, then—”

“Don’t threaten him,” Ares interrupted, sounding tired more than anything. “It wasn’t his fault.”

“No, you’re right,” Zar surprisingly agreed. “It was the friend’s.” There was a brief pause, and then, “Kill him.”