Page 23 of Burning Ice
Mirel looked up at him.
Kylix smiled. “I take that as a no.”
When he dipped the cloth, the surface of the water shivered. Steam curled upward, fogging the glass before vanishing, as if fire had reached into the Waltr itself.
“Silence won’t protect you,” he said. “It only makes me hungrier.”
He dragged the cloth lower, over collarbones jutting like a shipwreck, down to the thin line of ribs. Mirel hissed, breath ragged as Kylix worked it into every hollow, into the crook of elbows, down his flat stomach.
“N-no.” Shame flared when Kylix reached his cock. He had hardened in the bath, unable not to be affected by the proximity of the prince, by the weight of his presence. His hand flew down to cup his erection.
“No?” Kylix raised an eyebrow in amusement. His clothed hand peeled Mirel’s fingers away until he was left exposed. Heat crawled up his neck. “You lay here in my bath, sleep in my bed, eat my food. And still you don’t give me what I want. Your words don’t come easy, but your body is an open book to me, little ghost. Let’s see if it’s also willing to tell a truth.”
Soap and water spread across the sharp jut of hip when he dragged over the lean plane of Mirel’s thigh. “Aside from the quick wash you’ve taken at your arrival here, how long has it been since you had a proper shower?”
“T-ten years,” Mirel stammered. His breath caught when the cloth passed between his legs and over his dick. Kylix squeezed. Mirel hissed, jaw tight.
“That’s a long time, little ghost. From this day on, you will wear my scent. You will dress in my clothes. Do you understand me?”
Mirel’s insides tightened at the words. This feeling, still foreign though persistent, clenched his heart and made his fingers freeze. He quickly put them under water, not wanting the ice to be unleashed. He nodded, but didn’t understand whatKylix meant. It was no secret that some of the Aureate victims were spared. They were kept as slaves, or brought into the Luminary. But he’d still have to be exposed in the arena.
“F-fight?” he managed. His throat felt dry.
“You want to fight me? Again?” Kylix smiled. Tossed the cloth aside and dropped his hand inside the water, then grabbed hold of Mirel’s cock.
Mirel’s lips parted, a ragged sound cracking free. “A-arena?”
“No, we’re not going to the arena. You won’t have to fight me again, unless you insist.” Kylix smirked. His incisors glinted when he leaned in. “Remove your hand. Let me have my way.”
Mirel removed his hand reluctantly, fisting it by his side, and panted when Kylix traced his ringed fingers over his shameless erection. He wanted to apologize, to tell him stop but no words came out.
Kylix’s fingers circled his slit, squeezing until Mirel panted. Then he started pumping him slowly.
“Good boy,” Kylix whispered against his ear, biting at the hinge of his jaw. “My little mystery. Even during my sleep you manage to sneak through my mind and nestle yourself in corners I never knew I had.”
Mirel shuddered. A moan broke, shame-rough, caught in his throat. Kylix bit him again, harder, jeweled incisor grazing skin until it stung. His hand kept working, steady, cruel. “That’s it. Don’t fight it. Your body tells me everything your silence won’t.”
Thrust after thrust, the sound of wet skin filled the Waltr, magnified obscene. Kylix’s hunger twisted sharp against Mirel’s throat, filthy pleasure in every tremor, every helpless buck of Mirel’s hips.
“I-I… L-Light…” Mirel mewled.
“That’s it. Feel my hand making you come. That’s control, little ghost. I own you. Every single part of you.”
Mirel’s toes curled. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as his hips rocked involuntarily. He was close, so close.
“Beg for me, Mirel. Use your words.”
Mirel shook his head, muttered something hoarse, but his cock throbbed harder in Kylix’s hand, pre-come spilling, proof against him. He’d never be able to say what he felt. This unexplainable desire to be close, closer, entirely wrapped into Kylix’s embrace. It was madness. They’d only just met, and during that entire period, Mirel had been his prisoner.
Looked after. Fed. Kept warm. But still kept against his will.
“P-please.” The word tore through his parted lips.
“That’s it, little ghost. That’s the truth.” Kylix’s hand tightened, dragging him mercilessly higher. Each stroke wrung a harsher sound from his throat, each pump slicker, faster.
“Uhg…” Mirel bucked, helpless, cock pulsing in his grip. And then he came, spilling thick, hot cum on Kylix’s hand and inside the sweet water. Kylix held him through it, stroking him slowly until every drop was forced from him. Only then did he lift his hand, took in the remains of Mirel’s release and licked his palm clean, tongue curling slowly over the taste. His jeweled incisors flashed wet when he smiled.
“Better,” he murmured. “Your body finally answered me. Remember how it feels when I let you. There’s a towel behind you and fresh clothes. You’ll eat before we leave.”
