Chương 161: Bruised

The moment Rowan closed the door behind them, Syryn found his back against the door. His arms were non too gently pinned above his head by a dangerously smiling anti mage.

"What was that, Syryn?" Rowan asked in a deceptively sweet voice. "Did you enjoy my jealousy? Was it fun provoking me?"

The anti mage's lips hovered over Syryn's. "Or would you like me to show you how far I am willing to go to beat off competition?"

Syryn's heart hammered in his chest. His breathing was ragged as he felt Rowan shove his thigh between Syryn's legs, forcing them open.

"Is this what you want?" He whispered against the shell of Syryn's ear.

Fabric rustled as Rowan ground his thigh to Syryn's crotch. The teen gasped at the feeling of sweet friction that sent jolts of hot pleasure through his cock.

"Use your words, Ryn."

"Not enough- ah" Syryn pressed his lips together.