Page 56 of Wreaking Havoc
Kai was staring intently, his eyes blazing. “That’s for you to wear, zaychik?”
“Um…yes?” Sascha answered, his head suddenly filling once again with visions of his father scolding him for effeminate speech, his men murmuring among themselves whenever Sascha walked a certain way.
But it wasn’t any sort of mocking condemnation that left Kai’s mouth. It was a long, pleased rumble. “Perhaps you should see if they fit,” he crooned. “And then come back to bed wearing them.”
Oh.Oh.Kai was into it. Like, really into it, judging by the way he was looking at Sascha like he wanted to eat him alive.
Sascha shot him a mocking glare. “I’m not going anywhere near that monstrous dick of yours. Behave.”
Kai grinned. “Open another,” he urged.
Sascha ignored him, digging deeper into the box instead. There were two more pajama sets in there, as well as a pale-blue silk robe with a pattern of bright-orange and -yellow flowers.
He moved onto the next boxes after letting Kai admire each piece, which he did with slightly alarming intensity. There were some bright, tight shirts, some flowy pants similar to Kai’s but in an array of colors. Business wear that was made to make a man actually look good, not just like an office drone. Nothing beige, nothing boring.
Every item received a grunt or rumble of approval from Kai, with a look in his eyes like he was imagining Sascha in each one. Or possibly taking Saschaoutof each one.
When all but the last box had been opened, Sascha shot Kai a suspicious look. “Tell me, would you have fallen for any twinkish type you came across? Am I just the first?”
Kai looked surprised at the question. “Their soul would not have fit the same within my chest. It’s not just your looks, pretty Sascha. Although, I do like them,” he said with relish. “Very much.”
Sascha frowned down at the package in his hands. “But how do you know? How do you know they wouldn’t have fit the same?”
“I just do.”
“Buthow?”
Kai cocked a brow. “Why do you continue to question it?” At Sascha’s silence, a slow smirk graced his lips. “Ah. You wish to test me. Very well, zaychik. You may continue to do so. I will not falter or fail. I am strong enough for the both of us.” He stretched languidly on the bed, ridiculously graceful for his large size. “Believe me when I tell you, no other ‘twinkish type’ would do.”
Sascha searched for something to say in response to all that. All that he came up with was a petulant protest: “You think I’m sweet though. I’m not.”
“You are,” Kai insisted. “I can taste it.”
“Hmph.” Sascha turned to the last package to hide his blush. A padded envelope, without any logo to identify it. It was small, the size of a book maybe, but an irregular, lumpy shape. He couldn’t think of what else he’d ordered. Some random accessory, maybe? He opened the flap and stuck his hand in.
“Oh!” Sascha pulled his hand back, flinching as he registered a sharp bite.
There wasbloodwelling on his finger.
Sascha looked away immediately. Kai was already at his side, grabbing the package from his hand. He pulled out a knife, identical to the one that had stabbed Sascha two months ago.
A phantom pain throbbed in Sascha’s upper arm.
The knife had dark rusting on the blade. Sascha swallowed hard. “Is that—is that dried blood?”
He did his best not to gag as Kai sniffed at it. “Animal,” Kai told him. “Swine, I think.”
“Oh. Okay.” Sascha’s head was starting to feel fuzzy. “So they know where I am. The—Ivan’s mole must’ve…” he trailed off, trying to control his now labored breathing.
Then Kai’s broad form was in front of him, his large hands weighty on Sascha’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Sascha. You have me now. They cannot hurt you. We will wipe them out, zaychik. Every one of them who might wish you harm.”
He kept repeating the words, “You have me now. They cannot hurt you,” until Sascha’s breath evened and the woozy feeling in his head evaporated.
Kai kissed his cut finger then, and Sascha felt the intense heat of his healing powers. Kai grinned at him. “All better?”
Sascha nodded mutely.
“Come. I will feed you. Your brother is already downstairs, making much noise.”
