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bed and pressed his mouth against his.
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The stranger took full advantage of his alarm, invading his mouth. His tongue swept
across Hagan s and over his lips before he could gasp out a refusal. The sound of his shirt
rasping against his skin as he jerked it up only fueled the fire. Hot palms pressed against
his belly and giving him a direct injection of the lightning he was talking about before.
It swept into Hagan s blood and traveled to his heart before he could take in another
breath. He shoved at his chest and the hands gripping him, his efforts as half-hearted as
they were in vain.
Don t fight me, Hagan. I want you and I plan to have you. He continued to kiss
him as he spoke, pressing his lower body against the increased pressure of his erection.
Shock blasted into the back of his head and Hagan couldn t have taken another
breath if he wanted to. He forgot to worry about O Connor in the wake of his absolute
and utter disbelief. He didn t care he was a human? Didn t even seem to care he was
about to commit a grievous crime against the Lige. Instead, all he seemed to care about at
the moment was the fact that he wanted him.
Hagan didn t know why tears sprang into his eyes or why it touched him so deeply
when the Ouroboros wiped them away. You will stop crying, right this instant.
The soft command dried his tears immediately and he sat stunned for a moment.
Did you just&
I sure did. You are mine, human, and I plan to keep and train you as thus.
His hands were shifting before Hagan realized what happened. Their long hard tips
were sinking into his skin.
What the The heavy door of the room slammed open and he heard Captain
O Connor biting off clipped orders. The Ouroboros was lifted off him and slammed back
onto the bed. He didn t bother to struggle, just watched Hagan with unwavering blue eyes
as they produced additional chains to bind him with.
Hagan s heart wouldn t stop pounding. He couldn t look away from the man, thanks
to his supremacy. He had completely dominated him and he trembled with the
knowledge.
As did O Connor. & you should leave.
There was a beat of stillness because he couldn t respond. He couldn t move until the
Ouroboros smiled. All right, you can go.
Hagan s feet moved forward on their own accord, and the sound of O Connor s hiss
assaulted his ears as he moved pass him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement
but was unable to turn his head.
Oh, and Hagan? Come back and see me in two nights.
Chapter Six
Hagan dreamed again, only this time he wasn t suspended in the air and touched by a
formless body. Instead, when the heavy darkness of the waking world cleared, he found
himself in a very solid place.
The room was large and lined with the thick pillowed fabric he imagined they used
for padded cells. Only, these walls were blood-red, promising sin and excitement. The
floor was cold cement, as smooth as it was hard.
The bottoms of his feet complained royally, and he attempted to shift in order to give
them relief. His body refused to obey him. Startled, he tried again and panic set in when
he realized he was restrained. And naked.
Smooth, white rope wrapped around his body. A seamless pattern crisscrossed over
his joints and creased in a way that made every effort to move pure torture. He wiggled
and sobbed against the bindings until his arms were pulled painfully tight behind his
back. The bones in his wrists ground together even as he was forced to his knees by the
cord that connected them to his ankles. A lasso of rope wound around his balls and the
base of his cock, forcing a painful erection to bounce and jerk in step with his pounding
heart.
He tried to speak but found his mouth covered with a red leather strip. A zipper
slapped against his cheek when he shook his head in an attempt to dislodge it, and even
such a simple motion pulled the white cords tighter until he was left panting and
stimulated, afraid to breathe too deeply.
Slow minutes passed, and through them, he was forced to admit the pressure felt
good. From his crouched position he could see the intricate patterns of clear space around
his pecs, forcing blood toward his nipples until the taut nubs burned pleasantly.
An intentional shudder dragged a groan from his belly and sent it out through his
muffled mouth. One of the silky knots had slid from his lower spine and was inching
toward his exposed anus. The same cord was strung between his legs and wound around
his thighs. He whimpered when they tugged, the rope mimicking the attention of dozens
of hands on his shivering skin.
The ropes were strong, even with as fragile and giving as they looked. They held him
still and helpless, but he wasn t afraid. Instead, he was filled with a hot sense of burning
anticipation. Questions raced through his mind but he ignored all of them, focusing on the
sensation the instruments made him feel. He didn t realize how deeply he was
concentrating until he felt a hand on the back of his neck. The sudden contact caused him
to jerk but he couldn t lift his head. The ropes were too tight now.
They re jute, you know. It s a great material for this kind of thing. Beautiful, sturdy,
and it catches on itself masterfully. The soft, musical voice struck him to his core and he
began panting against his gag.
He was here.
A casual hand ran through his hair as if this were the most common situation to meet
someone. The Ouroboros touched the back of his neck and sighed a little. You managed
to make a little mess of yourself, Hagan. You really should have just sat and waited for
me to come to you. Now you won t be able to watch what I m going to do.
Hagan s face was about a foot away from his own twitching member at this point.
His shoulders were drawn together, his elbows inches apart behind his back. He was
kneeling in a shameful position before the Ouroboros, unable to do more than keep his
balance. In that moment, he was glad for his flexibility, but the strain the position put on
his muscles was nothing to sneer at. He burned and tingled on every plane of his body,
and he got the distinct impression the man before him knew it.
The Ouroboros continued to move around him and he got a glimpse of large, white
feet that led up to the powerful legs he remembered. He moved in front of him, and
Hagan wondered if he was just as naked as he was. The man reached out and put his hand
on his chest. A finger trailed over one of his nipples, and sharp pins and needles struck,
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