Ravnos followed suit, tearing his silk shirt apart as well, to bare his broad chest.
He bared his teeth in a grin and threw the rags of silk, which had once been a shirt, on the floor.
Seht’s brows rose. “My, you certainly have grown.”
Ravnos snorted. “Good genes.”
Seht’s grin widened. “You’re welcome.”
Ravnos blinked. “Eh?” He’d been referring to his father. Oh wait… Seht had donated his DNA when he’d made him rehkyt. He rolled his eyes. “Proud of yourself?”
Seht lunged forward to grab Ravnos’s face. “Very.” He pressed an openmouthed kiss to his lips.
Ravnos’s mind emptied of everything but the warm, muscular body in his arms, pressing against his chest and belly, the smooth skin under his fingers, and the heated mouth attempting to devour him. The burning hunger that had always simmered within him and remained unsatisfied no matter how many lovers he’d taken ignited in a firestorm of virulent and violent lust. He grabbed Seht by the shoulders and slammed him backward down on the desk.
Seht grunted but reached up with both hands to grab Ravnos’s dark red braid and yanked, pulling Ravnos’s mouth from his. Seht’s eyes narrowed to electric blue slits. He bared his fangs and spoke in a soft but harsh whisper. “I should never have left you to suffer in isolation this long.”
Ravnos stared. What…?
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Lightning quick, Seht sank his long teeth into the right side of Ravnos’s throat.
Holding Ravnos’s head firmly in place, Seht pulled his teeth free and swiped his tongue across the jagged tears.
Ravnos gasped in pain. Seht’s bite had not been gentle, and his licking wasn’t much of an improvement. Abruptly, his sensitivity to sound, scent, and sensation increased to painful intensity, as did his lust. His vision, however, began to haze over, and his limbs began to tremble. Shit, Seht’s venom!
Seht pulled back, licked his lips, and slid a hand across Ravnos’s bare chest.
“Magnificent.” He captured a nipple in his long nails and plucked.
Carnal fire scorched along the path of Seht’s fingers and stabbed straight down into Ravnos’s dick, forcing a gasping moan from his lips. I forgot…I forgot what his touch feels like! His hips rolled, rubbing against Seht’s crotch in blatant hunger.
Seht’s hands slid down to the waistband of Ravnos’s pants. “Yes, yes…I know.”
He tugged the belt loose and the buttons free, opening his pants, then shoved the garment down past Ravnos’s hips. “I know what you need.” He grasped Ravnos’s rigid cock and fisted his hand tight around it.
Ravnos choked. Seht’s powerful grip felt so good, it burned. It felt too good. He could feel his thoughts disintegrating, along with his hard-won control over his more bestial rehkyt nature. No! I will not give in! He grabbed Seht’s wrists and yanked them up over his head, pinning them to the desk, then lifted his knee to the desktop, jamming it between Seht’s thighs.
Seht twisted hard, struggling against Ravnos’s unforgiving grip. He bared his teeth and snarled. “Release me!”
Ravnos focused on the silver-haired prince beneath him. It wasn’t easy to keep hold of him by any means. He could feel by the straining muscles and the near-inaudible whine of hydraulic servos that Seht was fighting him with every ounce of strength he possessed. However, Ravnos had the advantage of height, weight, and augmentations designed specifically for his more-than-human body. He smiled. “No.”
Seht stiffened. “What?”
Pinning both of Seht’s wrists in one fist, Ravnos reached down to unfasten Seht’s pants. “No, I’m not letting you go.” He reached under Seht’s ass to grab the back of his waistband. “I’m not about to let an opportunity like this pass me by.” With one hard tug, he yanked Seht’s pants past his butt to his thighs, forcing both of Seht’s knees up.
His paired cocks slid free and arched up over his muscular belly toward his navel.
Seht bared his teeth. “You can not do this!”
“Oh?” Ravnos broadened his smile. “Then stop me.”
“I will!” Seht kicked out with his foot, aiming his sharp heel spur for Ravnos’s kidneys.
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“Whoa!” Ravnos twisted and grabbed the ankle of his boot. “Nasty little weapon you’ve got there.” He yanked, pulling the knee boot free from Seht’s leg. “Calm down.
I’m not going to hurt you.”
Seht’s eyes narrowed to ice blue slits. “I will not make the same vow.” He snarled and kicked out with his other heel.
Ravnos caught the other boot, and his temper sparked. “Bastard.” He yanked the boot off and shot a narrow-eyed glare at Seht. “What, do you want me to hurt you?”
“You are welcome to try.” Seht grinned, baring both his upper and lower fangs. “I am Skeldhi. Pain is one and the same with pleasure!”
“Is that so?” Ravnos smiled sourly. Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have left my whip back on the ship. He licked his lips. So, I’ll just have to get creative. What did he have to work with? He only had one hand. The other was occupied with holding Seht’s. “Hmm…”
He reached down and tugged a slender, finger-width throwing blade from the seam in his right boot.
Seht snorted. “Am I supposed to feel threatened by something so terribly small?”
Ravnos grinned, wishing not for the first time that he hadn’t filed down his fangs.
“Let me teach you an old Terran saying. It’s not what you have, but what you do with it.” He twirled the tiny flat blade between his fingers and brought the point to the very tip of Seht’s nipple.
Seht froze, wide-eyed.
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Standing between Seht’s spread thighs, Ravnos stared down at the man he held by the wrists, flat on his back on the smooth smoked-glass desk, his frost white hair spilling over the far edge.
Seht’s gaze was focused on the point of the slender blade only a breath away from the tip of
