Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Master Andreas is in his office,” the AI said.
Troy headed toward it, some of the tension in him easing as he entered the familiar house. He could still feel his own telepathic mark all over it, mingled with Andreas’s, and it was incredibly comforting. He felt very at home, even though he knew he shouldn’t allow himself to feel that way.
He pushed the door to Andreas’s office open.
Andreas wasn’t seated in his usual chair. He stood by his desk, propped casually against it. But his casual posture was a strange contradiction to the tension he exuded. He was wearing a gray sweater and black trousers, his robes missing. His dark red hair gleamed in the firelight, his dark eyes hard to read in the dimly-lit room.
Troy drank in the sight of him: the power, the virility, the sheer Andreas. He could barely keep his telepathy from reaching out to him greedily, afraid of it being rejected.
He shouldn’t have been.
A moment later, he felt Andreas’s telepathic presence touch him, gently at first, then more intently, sliding into him. Gasping, Troy opened up, letting him in. Fuck, it felt so good. He missed him.
Missed you, he thought at him. So damn much.
Andreas must have picked up the thought, because he was moving, and then he was right there, in front of him. Troy fell into his arms, hiding his face against Andreas’s shoulder with a blissed-out sigh, and hugged him tightly, his body trying to merge itself with Andreas’s, melt into him and never be parted.
“What took you so long?” Andreas said, nuzzling into his temple.
Troy frowned, his eyes snapping open. “What?” he said, pulling back a little to see Andreas’s face.
Andreas had his brows raised, and was that amusement in his eyes? “Did you really think we were done just because you stopped working for me?”
Troy could only open his mouth and close it. He probably looked stupid. He certainly felt stupid.
Andreas’s expression softened. He cradled Troy’s face with his hands, making Troy shiver and lean into his touch.
“You told me that you accepted my job offer because you were too afraid to turn down a Senior Master of the Chapter,” Andreas said, looking at him intently. “I let you go because you had to return to me of your own free will. The power imbalance in our relationship wouldn’t have worked long-term. I needed to know for sure you actually want to be here. You had to choose to be mine.” A satisfied gleam appeared in his eyes. “I knew you would.”
“Arrogant prick,” Troy grumbled, but his heart wasn’t really in it. He was too happy to be mad. But he needed to know something. “You didn’t hire another pleasure servant, right?” His arms tightened around Andreas. “Because I’m not sharing.”
“Why would I pay for an expensive sex pet when I can have you free of charge?”
Looking down, Troy punched him in the side half-heartedly. He knew Andreas was joking. Obviously.
He mustn’t have managed to hide his uncertainty, because Andreas paused. Tipping Troy’s face up, he made him look at him, his dark eyes serious. “You’re the only person I want in my bed, in my house, and in my life. No one else.”
Troy’s vision was suddenly a little blurry. “Good,” he said fiercely and crushed their mouths together, unable to fight the hunger in him any longer, his body lifting toward Andreas—every fiber, every part. He wanted to merge, to climb, to feel skin. Troy moaned around Andreas’s tongue, clutching at his wide shoulders.
They had sex right there, on Andreas’s desk, dry-humping like teenagers, unable to kiss each other deep enough or hard enough. Troy wasn’t capable of talking anymore, so he opened himself up to Andreas, offering him his thoughts and emotions and demanding the same in return. I missed you, I couldn’t stop thinking of you, I don’t want anyone else, I think I love you, I need you, I adore you, I want you, only you.
He was no longer sure which thoughts belonged to Andreas and which ones belonged to him. It didn’t matter. He could feel that Andreas felt the same way about him. They were on the same page. They wanted the same thing: each other.
And that was the only thing that mattered. They’d figure out everything else later.