The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The cascading water was nearly searing. Steam rose, and droplets clung to the ivory tiling, slipping to the white porcelain tub. There was a screwed-up familiarity to maneuvering dopey Reid, limp and worryingly pliant. If they could get in the bathtub before the hot water ran out, that would make this entire ordeal less maddening.
For the last ten minutes, Kane had threatened bodily harm and even resorted to begging through gritted teeth for the idiot to get off the bathroom floor and get in the damn shower.
He took a deep breath that did nothing to calm his frazzled nerves and stared at the grey curtain hanging on metal rungs. It was pulled back to reveal the four-piece bath fogging up the vanity mirror to his left.
Reid smiled wider, the kind that lights up his blue eyes boyishly and usually would have Kane's cold heart warming with affection. But after what happened in the bedroom, there was no way he was feeling anything but what the fuck.
"Undress me," Reid demanded in a fake, haughty tone. He tossed a leg over the rim of the bathtub with a dramatic moan of pain. "I can't move."
The little shit. Reid asked for a sore ass, and now he was complaining. He's lucky that Kane didn't spank him bare. Kane inwardly cringed at how wrong that thought sounded.
He knew his cheeks must be bright red.
Reid smiled widely.
"You're a vampire," Kane grumbled. "You've fucking healed already."
"No," Reid argued. "Well, yes. I am a vampire, but I haven't had blood in days." He fluttered his lashes. "Remember?"
Kane felt faint and couldn't place why. "Fine, but I'm not going to be nice."
Reid groaned, smirking at Kane's glare and red face. "So what you're saying is, you're going to be rough with me?"
The undressing wasn't gentle. Reid was being treated like an abused doll, and he was delighted, laughing delightedly. Kane ripped the moron's clothes off faster than if the fabric were on fire, and Reid had seconds before he would be ash.
He didn't gently put Reid in the shower like the idiot was pouting for. Instead, he lifted and dropped the moron into the bathtub.
Reid's limp body thudded against the porcelain satisfyingly.
"Ow," Reid muttered. He was face down, his head facing away from the water that hit his back. He began whining that it was too hot, which it probably was; it was giving off steam in waves.
Kane's anger abated when he saw that Reid wasn't lying about his lack of healing. The idiot's pale ass had splotchy red marks that were shifting to a worrying purple. Kane hadn't realized that he had been that rough.
Throat closing up, Kane fiddled with the temperature dials.
