Page 12 of Devil May Hunt (The Devils of Vitality #8)

His pigheadedness was going to be the death of both of them.

Gunho glared down at his pretty lover, pulling his hand off of his ass so he could take a steadier position behind him. He was going to make these next hits hurt. Going to teach him those same methods he used on his parents weren’t going to fly with Gunho.

He could acknowledge he was being slightly unfair with his approach.

He’d known from the start it wasn’t going to be easy, that he wouldn’t hear from or see the cadet for the first week after parting at the house.

He’d anticipated it, and yet, the past four days had been agonizing.

All of his messages had gone ignored, and his cadet never left campus, so he couldn’t secretly follow him from afar either.

There were other things that needed handling, ducks that needed sorting and put into a row to ensure Gunho’s life on this planet could begin, but that only provided so much distraction.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Brennon.

Yearning for him.

It wasn’t just the smell of him or the hot view of his body that Gunho craved. Despite his threats to extend the punishment, Gunho had wanted this as well. The brattiness. The push and pull.

Brennon didn’t show that side of himself to anyone else, not even his parents. To them, he’d perfected a cool indifference, it was apparent in the way they spoke about him. Brenda and Vernon Cree both believed their son to be of little ambition. They thought he was mediocre. Average.

The longer he’d sat in their main office at Cree Cosmetics and listened to their drivel, the clearer the picture of his mate had become.

Even when now, during training. Gunho’s hearing was better than a Vital’s.

He’d eavesdropped on the cadets as they whispered amongst themselves, gossiping about him and why he seemed to be paying so much attention to Brennon of all people.

Aside from that jerk Ives, no one had anything bad to say about Brennon. They’d just found it odd.

Ives had given biting remarks, and yet Brennon had let him. If his friend hadn’t gone to his defense, he probably wouldn’t have said anything.

But he never hesitated to tell Gunho off for even the slightest transgression.

“You can’t hide from me like you do from everyone else,” Gunho said, cracking the belt in the air, grinning when that caused Brennon to flinch. “Pretend not to care all you want, eventually you’ll see that it’s pointless. I’m going to have all of you. The real you.”

He put as much force as he could muster in his next swings, the sound of the leather whacking against his ass echoing loudly in the small office.

Red welts formed on that honeyed skin, bright and angry-looking, growing puffier with each slap delivered.

The damage wouldn’t be lasting, but it’d force the younger man to think about him for the rest of the day, well into the night.

“You look so fuckable,” he teased, knowing from their drunken entanglement how much Brennon enjoyed dirty talk.

Kissing too. The guy went mad for it, but Gunho knew now wasn’t the time for that method of seduction.

“Tied up and bent over for me. If you were omega, your hole would be dripping by now.”

Eventually, he’d have him wet and writhing, was admittedly a bit disappointed that wasn’t the case already.

“But I can see your cute little dick hanging between your thighs. You’re getting off on this, pretty lover.” More so, now that Gunho was talking to him about it.

“I hate you,” Brennon snarled, gasping when the belt was angled slightly and the next hit broke skin.

At the sight of blood, Gunho stopped, dropping the belt to the ground. He hurriedly undid his fly and pulled himself free from his pants, giving himself a solid pump once before he grabbed Brennon.

He turned the cadet and shoved him down once more, so that he was lying over the desk on his back, legs and head dangling over the edges. Then he crawled on top of him, settling with his knees at either side of Brennon’s shoulders, cock hovering pointedly over his face.

Brennon stared at him with wide eyes.

“What? Don’t feel like being a brat anymore?” Gunho chuckled at him. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take me into your mouth and let me throat fuck you to completion. Then you’re going to swallow every drop I give you, is that understood? Every drop. Alpha come is a gift.”

“I don’t want it,” his voice was thready, and while there was a hint of fear there, there was also something else.

Gunho leaned back and blindly felt until he found Brennon’s hard dick, then he squeezed him.

Brennon cursed and jerked beneath him.

“You’ll take me in that pretty mouth of yours, or you can have your back blown out. I’ll fuck that tight hole and drag you out by the scruff of your neck so the entire gym can see what it looks like to be owned by me.”

The cadet whimpered, and the look of fear grew.

A prick of unease bloomed in Gunho’s chest and he almost comforted him, holding himself back at the last second. They needed to establish their relationship. He couldn’t have his mate wandering around, getting jealous over other princes and their Royal Consorts. Gunho wouldn’t share.

Which meant he also had no intentions of ever exposing Brennon’s naked form to the public, but the cadet didn’t need to know that yet.

“Open wide,” Gunho ordered, grinning when Brennon only hesitated a little before finally doing what he was told. “Stick out your tongue.”

He rolled his flushed crown against the cadet’s tongue, moaning from the hot, wet sensation of that alone. This position was going to make it difficult for him to fit all the way, he could tell that already.

“Stay.” Gunho sent him a steely look, making sure the cadet was going to comply, before he got off the desk.

He shoved the rolling chair out of the way, barely noticing when it slammed into a filing cabinet with a loud rattle.

He was already aiming his cock back to Brennon’s mouth, pressing between his pink lips.

It was a tight squeeze, and tears almost immediately appeared in the corner of the cadet’s eyes as Gunho eased himself in inch after inch.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this,” Gunho said once he’d gotten halfway in.

Brennon swallowed around him and he hissed as pleasure zapped all the way down to his toes, causing him to rock forward.

“It’s exactly what I fantasized, right down to the haughty gleam in your eyes. Suck me, baby. Work for your alpha.”

He half expected Brennon to go back to being stubborn, but was pleasantly surprised when his pretty lover seemed as over that game as he was and instantly started to blow him.

Gunho was careful at first, giving him time to adjust to his size, biting the inside of his cheek every time Brennon’s tongue stroked the underside of his cock as he slipped in and out of him.

His gaze landed on the cadet’s erect dick, still out and in full view, watching as it bobbed in motion with Gunho’s thrusts. Droplets of precome splattered across his underbelly, staining the hem of Brennon’s gray cotton t-shirt.

Gunho reached out and tugged the material up, exposing toned muscles and perky, rose colored nipples.

He wanted him between his teeth, recalled the cute noises Brennon made when they were played with, but doing so would force his cock further out of his pretty lover’s mouth, and Gunho wouldn’t stop for the world.

However…

“Don’t stop,” he commanded, then drove himself in balls deep and draped himself forward.

He planted a chaste kiss to the tip of Brennon’s dick, laughing when his hips jerked up from the contact.

He was smaller than Gunho, but that wasn’t saying much considering he was huge enough most past lovers second-guessed themselves as soon as they saw his cock.

“I bet everyone always praises your size, don’t they?” Gunho licked a stripe from the base to his slit, the taste of salt and musk exploding on his taste buds. “Bet all your past lovers couldn’t get enough of you.”

Brennon had mentioned in passing that he was usually the giver and not the receiver.

He’d still been drunk at the time, but Gunho had found that tidbit interesting.

Sure, he’d been scared at first and had tried to call the whole thing off, but after a little bit of persuasion, the cadet had been fairly easy to get into bed.

He’d stopped fighting and had let Gunho fuck him deep into the couch cushions at the club.

Had begged for more and let him take him on the cold, hard ground.

Back at the house, Brennon had tried to say he wouldn’t be able to handle him, but Gunho knew better.

“You’re the only one who’s ever been able to keep up with my stamina, pretty lover,” he cooed, fucking in and out of Brennon’s mouth with pounding thrusts that shook the desk beneath them.

There was a good chance the cadet couldn’t hear him over it, but Gunho continued anyway.

“I don’t care how perfectly your dick fit in another person’s hole.

You’ll never get to experience that again.

This is mine.” He cupped Brennon’s balls and clamped down on them. “All of you is mine.”

His mouth dropped down on his dick, taking him all the way back until he hit the back of his throat, and then slipped further.

It was only fair, since he was gagging the cadet on his own cock at the same time.

Gunho hollowed his cheeks and sucked with all his might, his left hand tapping against Brennon’s taint rhythmically, while his right went lower.

The second he found his hole, Gunho drove a long finger into him, spearing past that tight ring of muscle. He jabbed at his insides, added another, and then felt around until he felt what he was after.

When he pressed against Brennon’s prostate, the cadet screamed, the sound muffled by Gunho’s body.