Gods, he was fucking cute. I would have agreed to just about anything to make it less painful to dig a bullet out from somewhere in my internal organs. Having him compel me with his incubus charms wasn’t on a list of things I was horrified by, anyway.
“Go ahead.”
“You’ll be aroused by me,” Cas warned, lifting the long tunic Freya had forced him to wear and holding it between his teeth.
His pants were messy, wet spots slowly drying. They clearly hadn’t been on task out there.
“What else is new?” I murmured, staring at his crotch.
For a moment I wondered if he’d already begun his charming, but no. Me contemplating what they’d done to get him messy was just normal horny.
When he compelled me, I knew.
Lust hit me in a wave, my cock plumping as I groaned and arched my back. The pain from my gunshot wound became a dull ache, and I couldn’t take my eyes off Caspian. His eyes were pure black, his hand clutching mine. The skin on skin contact burned and I tried to reach out to touch his chest. He stopped me.
Sharp pain drew my gaze down to the wound, but Cas caught my chin with his free hand. “No, look at me. Only me.” His voice was low and seductive, nothing like the fumbling cute man I was used to playing with.
I nodded numbly, licking my lips.
“Talk to me about how much you want me, Nolan,” he said when I winced again from the pain.
“I’ve never stopped thinking about how you sucked my cock.” Words fell from my lips. “You were so fucking good at it and loved me using you. I was jealous of Shan and Freya because they got to have you more than once.”
“Tell me what you would do if you could have me again.”
“You’re such a perfect fucking bottom. Perfect. I’d make you choke on my cock while Oswald fucked you, and then I’d take my turn with your hole.”
His cheeks were bright red and his cock was bulging in his sinfully tight pants. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him, which I knew was a result of the compulsion. But would I have been able to look away, anyway?
“Oswald said he would chase me,” Caspian murmured.
“I bet he would. You’re prey. A little bunny waiting to be caught.”
“Got it,” Ozzy grunted. “Give him some blood, Cassy.”
The haze on my brain cleared. I’d said some shit. If Shan heard about this, he would never give me access to his precious Caspian. Then again, I wasn’t expecting access. I was on the sidelines of this pack, at best, and it would stay that way.
Freya had been furious about my injury, though. Was she hurt right now? We didn’t know how many men were in that room with them. No. Ozzy would know if she was in danger.
Caspian shoved his wrist under my nose and I inhaled a deep breath. On a whim, I reached up and wrapped my arms around him instead, surging up to sink my teeth into his neck. I’d blame the aftereffects of his compulsion. Maybe that was why I did it, or maybe I just wanted to. I wasn’t one hundred per cent certain either way.
Drinking from the neck was a much more personal way to do it, and far more arousing for the donor. With Cas being so quick to orgasm in the first place… he shuddered in my arms when I took my first sip, his tunic falling back down to cover the rapidly spreading wet spot on his pants. He was a mess. We shouldn’t have gotten him so flustered during this, but none of us had any form of self-control.
“Nolan,” he whimpered, his voice thready.
I hummed, replenishing my blood supply from him. My wound was knitting itself back together faster with the infusion and the lack of obstruction. The process was painful, but would be over soon. I didn’t take too much from him, not wanting to weaken him in the middle of a tentative situation. Licking the wound closed, I turned to Ozzy.
He offered me his wrist and I accepted it instead of going for his neck, only because he was keeping watch around us. No additional guards had shown up, so Sky’s spells had done their job of muffling our noise. We needed to get out soon, though, or we would be swarmed.
Gulping down some more blood, my fatigue faded and I sat up. “We need to go help.”
“I think it’s—”
Oswald was cut off by another round of gunfire, the sound muted but coming from inside the room.
Fucking angels. Could we catch a break?
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