's
faded, yet my rut still simmered just beneath the surface. I killed the shower, dragged my clot
ay fro
three steps insid
g in a shaky moan that hit me straight in the gut. My body locked up. I stood frozen i
self. He survived five years with Kn
helpless gasps mixed with needy whines that made my cock twitch hard against my jeans. Even
o keep walking toward the opposite end of the
. Pain and need twisted together in a way that m
mn
building behind the house. Suppressants, painkillers, water, and food. I would
the yard and scanned the tree line out of habit. That was when I saw it, a flicker of mov
wanted to go after him, but another broken moan came from inside the house, loud
ed strong suppressants, water, and fo
ly knocked me back. Kai was curled on the bed, shirt half open, skin f
se. A small, hopeful smile curved his lip
my distance. "Suppressants. Take two now. Ther
p slowly. The shirt slipped further down one shoulder
He moved onto his knees, slow and deliberate. Waves of slick and heat scent rol
ng, especially with my rut clawing at my control. For one second
e image d
happening. Take the damn pills, eat, and rest. I a
ly. He tilted his head in that boyish way that made him l
mured. "I could make you feel good. You
ard the door, refusing t
oner you accept that, the better." I forced
er soft, disappointed sound came from inside the room. My forehead pressed
coul
afte
already knew I would check
ore than any spy wat
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