The aftermath of the "Name Game" was a heavy, suffocating silence.
Cassian stood by the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He was fully dressed (mostly), but the tent in his breeches was undeniable. He hadn't touched himself. He hadn't finished. He had devoured Elian's pleasure like a starving man and left himself starving.
The Pendulum Effect, furious that its host had been distracted by a valet, was surging back with a vengeance, clashing violently with the physical frustration of a denied Alpha.
"I am a monster," Cassian whispered, staring at his own hands.
Elian pulled up his breeches, wincing at the soreness in his hips. "You're a man, Sire. A very... pent-up man."
"I just..." Cassian looked up, his eyes wide and haunted. "I just betrayed my soulmate. Again. With her servant. And I... I enjoyed the taste."
