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...
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From the window above the bed, sunlight fell over the messy sheets and danced across the glossy plank floor-the light path ended at Reid, brightening his hair nearly white. Even with fading bruises, he was so pretty that it made Lucas half-mad.
He shouldn't be alone with Reid, not when the guy made his self-control a lit fuse, ready to blow, but they needed to have this conversation.
He could feel, taste, the tension thrumming the air as he closed and locked the door.
He took a step closer and didn't think the subtle hint of darkness swallowing Reid's blue eyes was from hostility. Wariness, maybe. The guy was keeping distance between them, bumping the nightstand in his haste to back up, and nearly knocked the lamp onto the ground but caught it with a nervous laugh.
Lucas didn't approach further because he was apprehensive about Reid fleeing out the window. His blue eyes kept flickering to the glass, and Lucas's stomach cramped.
Was Reid scared of him?
He snorted at his own audacity. Reid should be afraid. The man would be running if he knew the warped fantasies Lucas dreamed and thought about daily because most of them involved his fair hair and blue eyes. He had other ones, too, soft and sappy. He believed those would scare Reid the most because, in those imagines, they were madly in love.
"Okay. Let's talk," Reid rasped, sitting on the edge of the bed, back ramrod straight and hands on his thighs. He looked like he was in a dean's office, about to be reprimanded. The sight almost made Lucas laugh, but he didn't want to freak Reid out when he looked so tense.
Then, a wayward thought flooded him with heat. Because he'd pictured Reid deliciously bent over a desk, spanked to tears, and clenched his fingers so tightly his nails cut into his palms. The pain brought him back to focus. It wasn't the time to fantasize.
"Yeah," Lucas grunted, approaching with the slow steps of a predator, not wanting his prey to flee. He didn't have ulterior intentions of getting Reid alone. He truly wanted to talk, but he always felt primal with Reid.
He stopped, shadowing Reid, and those eyes slowly rose to meet his, back to being blue and boyishly unsure.
He agreed with Kane for a fleeting moment of insanity. Reid needed to be locked away, so no one ever saw that look of vulnerability because it did things to Lucas he wasn't proud of, made him want to take, and hastened his heart to drum against his chest.
Bloody hell. They needed to talk badly.
Lucas didn't soften the blow. "Why did you ask about Sterling?"
"What?"
"Kane didn't ask," Lucas said. "Sterling made a lot of comments at the magic shop. No one asked except Asha, and I told her the truth. I never dated Sterling. I did sleep with him a lot and shouldn't have."
Reid gave an enticing glimpse of his pink tongue as he licked across his lips nervously. "Shouldn't have?"
