Page 25 of Sinner
“There’s another reason for Hendrix to have done it. To get me to return home.” Lake frowned, wheels turning. The others quieted down, proof they were also thinking about it, and coming to the same conclusion he just had.
The death of the emperor would have forced Lake back for that funeral, but since there was a period of mourning wherehe couldn’t be crowned, he could have easily gone back to Vail University, where he’d been studying on the planet Vitality, until the end of mourning.
Only a threat against West or Yejun would have been enough to keep him.
“Hendrix knows me. He knows I’d transfer if either of you were in danger.”
“If it is him, he obviously figured out we’d try to solve this ourselves and not escalate it,” West said.
“Hendrix knows how deeply rooted our trust issues are.” Lake would never rely on the Club or the High Council with something like this.
“There was really nothing that could help us prove it was him? Like, maybe Hendrix placed Juri next to you as another spy?” West asked, seeming to regret mentioning Juri again.
Nix didn’t seem affected by it in the least. “I don’t think so. From what he told Briant, it sounds like Juri was also manipulated.”
“What do you mean?”
Nix repeated what his cousin had told him, and while it solidified some of their theories, there wasn’t anything there that could confirm their suspicions about Hendrix.
Was one poorly coded email really enough to pin this on Lake’s uncle?
Or was their need to be done with this clouding their judgment?
Chapter 8:
Nix woke uncomfortably stretched. He whimpered and peeled his eyes open, blinking into the darkness, momentarily confused where he was and what was going on.
This was West’s room. He’d fallen asleep between him and Lake earlier, and now—
A sob slipped past his lips when something hard and unyielding pounded into his sore hole, and he glanced down to find West kneeling between his spread thighs.
“Awake?” West drove himself deeper and then pulled out slowly, grinning when that had more sounds crawling past Nix’s lips. “Took you long enough. I’ve been at this for a while. You must have really worn yourself out with all that worrying, huh?”
Nix blinked at him, brow creasing. “What…?”
“Did you really think you could crawl into my bed and leave without taking my cock?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head chidingly. “Come on now, Nixie. You’re smarter than that. Not a chance.”
Well, yeah, that was sort of why Nix had taken the risk and come to them in the first place, only…His eyes dropped to his dick, flushed and aching, and he gasped when he found a foreign object protruding from his slit.
The metal ring clinked slightly with every thrust of West’s hips, the movement jostling Nix’s firm member. He was wet from precome, but it was clear whatever the ring was attached to was preventing him from leaking much more than he already had before it was inserted.
“Sounding,” West explained, even though Nix had yet to verbally ask. “It’s a cute little metal rod inserted into your urethra. I’ve gotta say, hearing you play dirty with Yejun earlier really got me going. Made me want a turn.”
Nix rolled his head on the pillow, desperation clawing at his insides as the too-full sensation got the better of him. “No. I can’t. I can’t do any more.”
The prostate milking had already been a lot for him. The whole experience had felt like Yejun was inflating a balloon inside of him and then violently popping it with a pin, only to repeat the process all over again.
While this was different, it was no less overstimulating.
Nix felt like he was being impossibly stretched, like he was swelling up in a confined space, with not enough room to grow. Constricted, almost painfully so. The urge to both come and pee was there, like it had been when Yejun had been milking him, only, that felt somewhat different as well.
He had no idea there could be so many mirroring yet parallel sensations his body could be forced to experience. Sex had always been all-encompassing between him and theDemons, but they were well and truly playing with him now, ignoring his cries and desperate pleas.
Nix tried to reach down, he didn’t know what for, either to push West away or pull the sounding rod out of his slit, but realized with a start he was unable. Wide-eyed, he glanced back to find his wrists had been tied together with rope. The string had been passed through one of the rungs of the headboard, the other end leading to…
Lake.
West had secured the other end of the rope to Lake’s right wrist.
