Page 42 of The Cruelest Undead

Besides, who didn’t want Flynn’s big hands all over their body?

He certainly did.

As Flynn continued stroking him, Jacques was in his head making sure he wasn’t worried.

I’ll keep you safe, Mon Amour. Let me help you. Let me dull that pain so you’re not wounded.

At first, he wasn’t so sure he would let him, but then, he did.

Please, Jacques. I can’t.

Staring up into Flynn’s icy-blue eyes, he did what he could, not to erase that memory, but to dull the pain associated with it.

They had to get Flynn past that mental block to get him back.

You will not hurt from this, but you will be aware of what is going on. You won’t be sad over their return. You’ll work this out quickly.

As soon as the compulsion was shoved deep into the man’s psyche, it was clear when it actually worked.

Flynn.

Was.

Back.

Oh, and he was back with everything he had.

Flynn’s fangs burst into his mouth, and they were buried in Jacques’ neck before he could even finish that compulsion.

He struck.

Beneath him, the man’s body bucked, as the pleasure overtook him.

Jolie watched, and it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Flynn was controlling the lust, and she couldn’t wait until he was done with Jacques.

She would be next.

Flynn sucked on Jacques’ neck, and with each pull of his mouth, he jerked him off, making the man whimper and beg.

He was trapped.

And he loved it.

I need more, Jacques. Let me have all of you.

Because he was lost in the most delicious of pleasure, he didn’t even hesitate.

Take everything. Take me!

Well, if he had his permission.

Slipping his fangs from his neck, Jacques’ erection was throbbing in his hand.

“Flynn,” he hissed, as the man stopped touching his erection. That was the last thing Jacques wanted.

He craved more.

From where he was above him, Flynn licked his lips, and when he waved his hand, Jacques was against the headboard, his wrists cuffed to the wood.

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