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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"Get spanking, then."
"I'm working up the courage."
Reid laughed at the roughness of Kenneth's voice. The guy was panicking.
He raised his arms and gripped the slatted headboard.
Past the flutter of nervousness in his stomach, he purred teasingly, "Spank me, lover."
He lifted his hips and waggled his sore ass in the air, snickering at Kenneth's curse.
Kenneth quickly shoved him flat on the bed again and held him there with a palm pressing down on his lower back. "You're such an idiot." He added, hoarser, "Don't ever do that again, or I'll have to kill Lucas, and we need him right now."
Reid laughed because Kenneth was serious. "Why, Lucas?"
"Because I know he taught you that shit."
"I'm not a teenager."
"No, you're not. You're a moron."
"I could've learned that from anyone-probably the internet to be honest."
Kenneth grumbled, "I don't ever want to see your search history."
"No, you don't," Reid said with a nervous smile tossed over his shoulder. He saw the unease on Kenneth's face and felt guilt squeeze his insides. "Let's get this over with, so we can minimize how scarred you're going to be."
Kenneth scoffed. "You're severely underestimating how angry I am with you. This is going to be fucking therapeutic."
Reid snorted fondly. He knew Kenneth was lying. The man would pinch him, but he would never truly hurt him without a good reason.
"If you go easy on me..." As if knowing that they were about to be quieted, he heard the twisted melodies infecting his voice with an unfamiliar huskiness. "I'm making you my companion, whether you want it or not."
"Fuck you," Kenneth growled.
Reid tensed for pain. Then, hands came down, but not to spank him. They grabbed the waistband of his joggers.
He thought for a moment that Kenneth was going to remove his pants entirely. He would have let the man do so even if the reasoning as to why was questionable.
His heart was beating wildly.
But suddenly, he was fully dressed. His skin burned from how fast his joggers had been yanked up.
Then, rough fingers slid between his shallowly rising stomach and the bed to tie the drawstring too tightly.
A hand settled on his shoulder, and he was turned, forced to stare into Kenneth's gaze. He didn't see the fury he'd thought he'd find in the green. The deep concern he saw instead made him want to crawl under the bed and hide forever.
