Page 127 of Starborn Husbands

“You can keep begging. Begging is good. Cumming lands your dick in the dungeon.”

The throatiest moan, which could also be mistaken for a whine, leaves my lungs. Why the fuck do I find that hot? It’s all coming back to me. The way he used me like a human sex doll the last time he locked up my dick. How mercilessly he teased me.Fuuuck.Those are not the thoughts to think when I’m desperately trying not to cum.

“Babe, please. I’ll be so good. I’ll behave myself for once.”

“Not even gonna dignify that with a response.”

Ha, yeah. I’m not about to head down the path of the brat reformed anytime soon. But I do want to give him this. Let’s just say I’m in the giving mood after our ordeal. I got to know life without him, and it made me realize that I don’t want life without him.

Zhang keeps me on the fucking edge of dying—dying of orgasm denial is a thing, I’m sure—for an ice age. He slams my arms overhead, holding me in place so that I can’t get a good grip on him. It makes everything clear. He’s in charge and my job is to take his cock how he decides to give it to me.

Gods, that’s hot.

Fat tears roll off my cheeks from the strain of holding myself back for him. He’s so damn sexy. Fake hate was my only defense, but now that it’s gone I’m gonna be a slave to this man’s dick.

“Gods, you’re perfect, Treyu.” His lips lean by my ear and his hot breath sends more electricity to my cock. “You gonna cum for me, my filthy fucking brat?”

“Yes, yes, oh yes—Zhang!” is all I get out. My ass strangles his cock, and I bolt upright, frozen in time by world-shattering pleasure, rocking its way through me. “I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

Zhang rips me off the floor in a move only possible if you’re an agile star like he is, with his hand cradled under my head close to the nape. His wide canines sink into the tender flesh at the base of my neck, biting down, imprinting two perfect semi-circles of his teeth there.

A scream tears from my throat, and he fills me with his cum while imprisoning me in his mammoth arms. His cock throbs with more of his release until it’s leaking from me, and I’m shaking around him still not over the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

He slides two fingers into my ass, beside his still-beating cock, helping himself to the mixture of my slick and his cum, taking total ownership of my body. Then he shoves it in my mouth. Sweet “me” juices mix with salty “him” juices on my tongue, and I suck until they’re clean.

“That’s a good boy.”

“Th-Thank you. Thank you, Sir.” I don’t know why I say it, but it feels right. I wipe the blood—my blood—from the corner of his mouth. “You’re an animal, babe.”

“Because you’re mine, Treyu Centaurus.”

I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, rubbing a palm over the throbbing bite mark he left on mine. “I won’t forget.”

There’s a flash of something sad, but it’s gone just as quickly as it came. He pulls me back onto the floor with him, making us the centerpiece in the middle of our heaps of discarded clothes and boots. Zhang wraps me around him, and I stick to him via my own cum. There’s a lot. A couple of weeks’ worth.

He reaches an arm to seize my jacket and rubs the heavy fabric between his thumb and forefinger. I note that he studiously ignores the raised and red handprint scar on my arm.

“Why do they think you’re an angel?”

I groan. “Can’t we forget about that? That conversation is such a downer, trust me.”

“Treyu,” he warns. He uses that voice. Yes,thatone. It demands obedience even from a brat like me.

“Fine. According to their tests, I have angel DNA, and my vibration shows that I’ve been through enlightenment—enough for my vibration to carry that kind of DNA. I don’t remember anything about it, though.”

“Not even one thing?” he asks, pushing sweaty hair away from my eyes.

There it is again, a flash of the same sadness I’m sure I saw in his eyes before. It hits me like an angel blast, and it makes so much sense. “You know. You already knew about my enlightenment, and that’s real fucking weird, Zhang, because no one else seems to know. Are you the one who made me half angel? Are you the one trying to kill me?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve gone through a lot of trouble to keep you alive if I’m just going to kill you. Am I saving you as a murderous snack?” Zhang nibbles on the other side of my neck.

“Maybe you’ve got a lot riding on the Nebuli’s bet—which of us will kill the other first. But if you don’t tell me how you knew about my enlightenment, I promise it’s going to be me.”

His face strains. He tries to move his lips. That’s not like him. If he didn’t want to answer me, he’d just say so, paired with some threat for my ass.

“You … can’t say anything, can you?” As in, he physically can’t.

He spreads his hands in a noncommittal gesture, his face remains expressionless.