Chapter 114: Don’t just stop midway (M)

Hearing Zephyr’s words, Lucien’s racing heart skipped a beat. He had indeed said those outrageous words a while back.

But he had not meant them that way!

Absolutely not!

At the time, he had been desperate to flee before the Association caught them and made him go through hell under the guise of punishment since they had killed Edwin.

That was all there was to it! So just how had this man managed to twist his words into such a shameless interpretation?!

Before Lucien could come up with a retort to counter the audacious man holding him, allowing him to keep his poor, defenseless body out of danger for a little while longer, Zephyr’s low voice slipped into the silence, calm yet carrying a dangerous undertone.

"Cien."

The deep murmur sent a shiver down Lucien’s spine. Startled, Lucien lifted his gaze to meet the gray eyes fixed on him, only to go rigid when he caught the dark glint of desire flickering within them. The realization hit him with startling clarity.

Immediately, something shifted in the air between them. The panic that had already wound tightly around Lucien seemed to tighten further until he could barely think straight.

Zephyr felt Lucien stiffen in his arms and chuckled before continuing in a deep voice.

"You can’t take your words back now."

Holding him securely with one hand, he reached out with the other and grabbed Lucien’s slender thigh. Feeling the familiar coolness glide over his skin, Lucien blinked and glanced down at the hand. His eyes widened as Zephyr, with an infuriating lack of hesitation, slipped his fingers inside his pants and hooked them onto the waistband of his briefs before pulling the fabric back.

Immediately, Lucien’s face flushed an even deeper, more mortifying shade of red as his cock, which had long since grown hard from their earlier kissing, sprang free with an obscene sound. He was so ashamed that he wanted nothing more than to vanish into the floor.

The sheer audacity of the man was truly unbelievable, and the worst part was that Lucien could barely manage a coherent thought, let alone speak up to stop him.

The only thing he could do was swallow dryly and watch with his heart hammering in his chest.

What he failed to notice, however, was the faint curl of Zephyr’s lips as the man took a few long, measured strides forward, guiding him backward until Lucien’s back was pressed against the large, bed-like structure occupying the center of the chamber.

The movement left Lucien with no room to retreat, a fact he didn’t even realize until Zephyr casually grabbed the hem of his shirt and effortlessly pulled it over his head before tossing it onto the bed-like structure behind him. Without hesitation, Zephyr rested his palm against Lucien’s stomach, then slowly moved it lower, brushing against his twitching cock.

Zephyr grasped the base and gave it a light squeeze. His thumb grazed the underside before coming to rest at the tip, which he could feel was already slick with precum.

A quiet gasp escaped Lucien’s lips as his pupils dilated and his lowered gaze followed the movement of the hand on the most sensitive part of his body. He could practically feel his heart leaping toward his throat, as if trying to escape. His face was still burning red, and he could barely bring himself to look up. The cock in Zephyr’s hand grew even harder as he wrapped his fingers around its full girth and began moving his hand up and down in a slow, almost punishing motion.

Suddenly, Zephyr increased the pace of his hand. ℯ

He couldn’t see Lucien.

But he could sense his every reaction.

The faint flutter of his eyelashes.

The hammering of his heart.

His slightly trembling body.

He could almost imagine how beautiful and disheveled the person in his arms looked right now.

Just as Zephyr felt Lucien’s hands tighten around his shoulders, his fingers digging into his skin, he abruptly stopped the movement of his hand, pressing his thumb against the tip.

Lucien immediately let out an indignant cry.

"Why?!"

He couldn’t believe this bastard had stopped right when he was so close to finishing! After watching that firm hand move up and down for so long, he had completely forgotten his earlier panic and his determination to preserve his chastity for a little while longer. Now, all he felt was an unbearable mixture of frustration, indignation, and pent-up desire. He was so aggrieved that he wanted nothing more than to bite the person who had so cruelly stopped!

Zephyr stared at him with an amused glint in his eyes. Finally, Lucien was looking at him. Even knowing that his actions were tormenting the person in his arms, as well as testing his own patience, since he could feel his own length straining against the constraints of the loose hospital clothes he was wearing, Zephyr still had the audacity to feign confusion.

"What?"

Lucien glared at him, thoroughly infuriated by his expression. He actually craned his neck to bite Zephyr’s lips, which were still red from all their earlier kisses. One of his hands left Zephyr’s shoulder, and, emboldened by his mounting frustration and his desperate need for release, he grabbed the hand holding his cock and ordered angrily.

"Don’t just stop midway! Damn it!"

A curse habitually slipped out of his mouth, and the next second, he felt Zephyr push him farther back onto the bed-like structure behind him. Lucien blinked and raised his head, only to watch Zephyr pull off his pants and briefs in a single, effortless motion and toss them where his shirt had landed earlier. Seeing himself completely naked, Lucien’s mind buzzed, and his toes curled. A fresh wave of heat washed over him, but his frustration was too overwhelming to let him remain silent. He gritted his teeth, grabbed hold of Zephyr, and demanded, forcing as much defiance into his voice as he could.

"Why am I the only one naked?!"

He immediately regretted the question when he saw the corners of Zephyr’s eyes crinkle slightly with mirth as the man reached for his own clothes. With one swift motion, Zephyr removed his shirt and tossed it in the same direction as Lucien’s clothes. He even pulled down his trousers without giving a second thought to the knee-deep hot water below.