surrounding it, and he heard a groan. His? Or had the sound belonged to his bedmate?
And why couldn’t he see?
He opened his eyes. And wow, what a difference that made. The dim light spilling into the bedroom from the kitchen was almost too much to bear, but when he turned his head, what he saw was definitely too much to bear.
The room was destroyed, there was blood everywhere, and beneath him, oh, holy hell . . . Slake.
“Oh fuck,” he croaked. “Oh . . . fuck .” He scrambled off Slake, only now realizing that they’d both been lying only half on the bed, their legs hanging over the side, knees on the floor. Raze’s useless muscles made him clumsy and jerky as he hauled them both more fully onto the mattress and heaved Slake onto his side. Bruises and deep, bleeding gouges marked his skin, and Raze’s mouth filled with bile at the sight of the savage bite mark in his shoulder. “Slake? What the fuck did I do? Slake ?”
Slake’s eyes opened, and Raze braced himself to see hatred and loathing in their gorgeous dark depths. Instead, there was only drowsy curiosity.
“Hey.” Slake’s voice was as destroyed as Raze’s. “You okay?”
Raze’s mouth fell open. “Am I okay? You’re the one I . . .” He swallowed. Swallowed again. But nothing seemed to quell the nausea bubbling up from his stomach.
Propping himself up with one arm, Slake reached out to gently cup Raze’s cheek. “I’m fine. Gods, I’m so fine. I made a mess of your sheets, though.”
The sheets? Slake was joking about blood- and cum-soaked sheets? “Damn it, Slake, I attacked you! I—”
Slake sat up and gripped Raze’s shoulders, getting right in his face. “Listen to me. You backed off. You were willing to suffer in order to spare me. I could have gotten away. I chose to stay. I chose it, Raze.”
“But—”
“No. I knew what I was getting into.” He paused, and Raze held his breath, afraid Slake was going to reveal something horrible. “Well, sort of. But then . . . damn, it just felt good. And you didn’t seem to mind that I was male.”
Closing his eyes, Raze shook his head, hoping to rattle some memories back into place. “That shouldn’t have happened. I should have—” He broke off on a sharp inhale as the implications of what had occurred sank in.
He’d come. With a male.
A male .
It wasn’t possible. Maybe this was a dream. Or maybe he was dead.
His mind spun, unable to process everything that had happened. All around him, the world went fuzzy and sounds became muted, as if he was being held underwater. He broke out in a cold sweat, and distantly, he heard Slake’s voice, felt himself being shaken. What was going on? He heard himself mumble something about keys, and then all went black.
“Raze?” A spike of adrenaline made Slake’s hands tremble as he took Raze by the shoulders and shook him. “Raze!”
Nothing.
Raze was passed out cold, and while his pulse was strong and his breathing steady, Slake was pretty sure that being this unresponsive after sex was a bad thing. Had Fayle hurt him? Had Slake? What if being with a male had caused permanent damage?
Icy terror filled Slake’s chest cavity. This could be his fault. All of this could be his fault, right down to Fayle chaining him up out of jealousy or some crap.
Ignoring his aches and pains, he fumbled through his clothes for his phone and dialed *666 for Underworld General. A growly female voice answered. “Underworld General Hospital. How may I direct your call?”
“I need . . . shit, I don’t know what I need.”
“That’s not much help, sir.”
Right. Yeah. Okay. Maybe calling was stupid. He’d get Raze to the hospital himself. “Never mind.”
He hung up, threw on his clothes, and found a set of keys beneath the dresser, exactly where Raze’s nearly incoherent ramblings had said they’d be. After he unlocked the shackle around Raze’s ankle, Slake wrapped him in a blanket and hauled his heavy ass to
And why couldn’t he see?
He opened his eyes. And wow, what a difference that made. The dim light spilling into the bedroom from the kitchen was almost too much to bear, but when he turned his head, what he saw was definitely too much to bear.
The room was destroyed, there was blood everywhere, and beneath him, oh, holy hell . . . Slake.
“Oh fuck,” he croaked. “Oh . . . fuck .” He scrambled off Slake, only now realizing that they’d both been lying only half on the bed, their legs hanging over the side, knees on the floor. Raze’s useless muscles made him clumsy and jerky as he hauled them both more fully onto the mattress and heaved Slake onto his side. Bruises and deep, bleeding gouges marked his skin, and Raze’s mouth filled with bile at the sight of the savage bite mark in his shoulder. “Slake? What the fuck did I do? Slake ?”
Slake’s eyes opened, and Raze braced himself to see hatred and loathing in their gorgeous dark depths. Instead, there was only drowsy curiosity.
“Hey.” Slake’s voice was as destroyed as Raze’s. “You okay?”
Raze’s mouth fell open. “Am I okay? You’re the one I . . .” He swallowed. Swallowed again. But nothing seemed to quell the nausea bubbling up from his stomach.
Propping himself up with one arm, Slake reached out to gently cup Raze’s cheek. “I’m fine. Gods, I’m so fine. I made a mess of your sheets, though.”
The sheets? Slake was joking about blood- and cum-soaked sheets? “Damn it, Slake, I attacked you! I—”
Slake sat up and gripped Raze’s shoulders, getting right in his face. “Listen to me. You backed off. You were willing to suffer in order to spare me. I could have gotten away. I chose to stay. I chose it, Raze.”
“But—”
“No. I knew what I was getting into.” He paused, and Raze held his breath, afraid Slake was going to reveal something horrible. “Well, sort of. But then . . . damn, it just felt good. And you didn’t seem to mind that I was male.”
Closing his eyes, Raze shook his head, hoping to rattle some memories back into place. “That shouldn’t have happened. I should have—” He broke off on a sharp inhale as the implications of what had occurred sank in.
He’d come. With a male.
A male .
It wasn’t possible. Maybe this was a dream. Or maybe he was dead.
His mind spun, unable to process everything that had happened. All around him, the world went fuzzy and sounds became muted, as if he was being held underwater. He broke out in a cold sweat, and distantly, he heard Slake’s voice, felt himself being shaken. What was going on? He heard himself mumble something about keys, and then all went black.
“Raze?” A spike of adrenaline made Slake’s hands tremble as he took Raze by the shoulders and shook him. “Raze!”
Nothing.
Raze was passed out cold, and while his pulse was strong and his breathing steady, Slake was pretty sure that being this unresponsive after sex was a bad thing. Had Fayle hurt him? Had Slake? What if being with a male had caused permanent damage?
Icy terror filled Slake’s chest cavity. This could be his fault. All of this could be his fault, right down to Fayle chaining him up out of jealousy or some crap.
Ignoring his aches and pains, he fumbled through his clothes for his phone and dialed *666 for Underworld General. A growly female voice answered. “Underworld General Hospital. How may I direct your call?”
“I need . . . shit, I don’t know what I need.”
“That’s not much help, sir.”
Right. Yeah. Okay. Maybe calling was stupid. He’d get Raze to the hospital himself. “Never mind.”
He hung up, threw on his clothes, and found a set of keys beneath the dresser, exactly where Raze’s nearly incoherent ramblings had said they’d be. After he unlocked the shackle around Raze’s ankle, Slake wrapped him in a blanket and hauled his heavy ass to
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