Page 91 of Reforging Onyx

Fear crawled down his spine as they approached the bed, and Onyx shuddered when Dominic leaned down and kissed him.

He didn’t kiss back.

Instead, he let himself be urged into bed, with Dominic following close behind him. The other witch picked up a small vial from the bedside table, taking a sip of it before handing it to Onyx.

Onyx lay there passively, staring down at the vial in his hand. The shimmering liquid was so familiar to him, and panic and fear threatened to override everything else. But he’d agreed to this.

He’d asked for the potion.

Anything he did now… he’d brought upon himself.

It didn’t matter that Dominic would never let him say no.

He was choosing this. He was, again, choosing Dominic.

Onyx drank the aphrodisiac.

Arousal had already curled in his belly from the vampire blood and the touches to his cock, but this amplified it tenfold. His mouth went dry, the need for stimulation already starting to drive him mad.

He’d forgotten how intense this could feel.

Onyx’s heart had been racing even before the aphrodisiac entered his system, and the steady thud-thud-thud of his heart only seemed to grow more rapid. He wordlessly handed the vial back to Dominic, who brushed his lips against Onyx’s again.

“Tomorrow, we go back to the game as if this hadn’t happened,” Dominic murmured. “Tomorrow, we resume the dance.” His hand went to Onyx’s hip, stroking the sensitive skin there as he stared into Onyx’s eyes.

Onyx licked his lips, nodding even though he could barely catch his breath as the thought of it all threatened to make fear overtake all of his common sense. He could still fight. He could. It might not be a good idea, but he could do it.

What was he training for, if not this?

To kill others who tried to get between himself and Dominic apparently, which was a thought that might’ve made him laugh if he’d been capable of it right then.

“Have I lied to you before?” Dominic asked softly, the words invading his thoughts. “Only pleasure, I promise.”

Onyx shook his head mutely at the question. No, Dominic hadn’t lied to him. Or maybe he lied about everything, and that was why it was all so convincing. But it was easier, better, if he believed he could trust Dominic.

So he leaned up for a kiss, even as he reached down to grab his own cock. Dominic brushed Onyx’s hand out of the way, and he immediately started stroking Onyx’s cock. He deepened the kiss when Onyx whined, forcing his tongue into Onyx’s mouth like he was staking his claim.

And maybe he was. That was what Dominic said he needed, wasn’t it?

It felt surprisingly good, and the way the aphrodisiac burned through him made it even better because it didn’t allow his mind to process it as it might ordinarily have.

No, all he cared about was more.

More kisses, more touches, more pleasure.

Dominic groaned, quickening his strokes. The hand on his cock had Onyx coming in seconds, and he shuddered and moaned against Dominic’s mouth as his cum spilled all over Dominic’s fingers.

Dominic pulled away from the kiss and smiled. Onyx found himself trying to follow Dominic’s lips rather than pulling away from him, which only made Dominic chuckle.

“Such a beautiful, needy tiger I have,” Dominic murmured.

Dominic’s words, which should’ve bothered him, barely even registered in his mind. Who cared if he was needy? Who cared if Dominic found him beautiful?

He did. He always did.

Somewhere deep inside, he was screaming.

But he ignored it. Right then, he just wanted more kisses, more touches, and he whined again when he got neither. Instead, Dominic went for the lube and Onyx watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as a finger started to circle his hole.