Page 34 of Dead Wrong

It was all too much. Was he really this good, or was I just too pent up for all of this stimulation? I’d worry about it later.

“Can I taste you?” he asked me, licking his lips in a manner that unmoored me right then and there.

I nodded emphatically. He could have asked me for the moon and I would have gladly given to him.

Wresting my trousers away, I shivered once at the full exposure of my body to the cool air of his apartment, then again when his fingers wrapped around my shaft, pulling back the skin around the head of my cock as he ran his tongue around the rim. My legs quaked with pleasure.

“Delicious,” he mused, grinning up at me before devouring the entire head at once. A wet heat enveloped me, and I couldn’t think anymore. My hands found the back of his head, guiding him as he glided back and forth, swallowing my cock with practiced expertise. When I hit the back of his throat, he merely exhaled through his nose with a sense of accomplishment.

Gods, this man was driving me wild.

“I can’t take much more,” I stammered, removing my member from his mouth.

“You can finish,” he coaxed me, his hand around the base of my cock, gripping it firmly. He stroked me again, and I jolted, almost climaxing on the spot. I wrapped my hands around his to keep him from moving.

“But—I can’t—I haven’t even seen yours?—”

He leaned forward, pressing his index finger to my lips to silence me. “You can’t even think straight, Tobias. Let me give you this, and then we can see about you returning the favor later, okay?”

I nodded, all at once lost for words. He asked for no pledge of reciprocation, or even promise that I would take things further with him. He only wanted to take care of me. A warmth bloomed in my chest, settling in like a cozy blanket as he lowered his mouth to my cock once more, wrapping me in ecstatic bliss.

He didn’t flinch as I released inside of his mouth, his motions hardly pausing as I dug my nails into the fabric of the sofa, my toes curling and a gasp ripping through my throat.

It was everything, all at once, and I shattered under the masterful care of this beautiful man. Once my release was complete and my legs ceased their quaking, he crawled up between my thighs, hanging over me with a coy smile that kindled that heat burning in my chest.

“You’re incredible, Tobias.”

And when he kissed me, the taste of my own body on his tongue, I couldn’t help but believe it.

* * *

“Whatplan?”

Bastien approached slowly, his hands out in front of him in the universal gesture of pacifism. “Your fracture is still affecting your memory,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. He reached for me, but I flinched away from his touch, the resurfacing memories bombarding me in a haze of heated skin. Taking a few steps back, Bastien tried again. “I’m sorry for rushing all of this on you. And for the kiss. That was selfish of me. I should have waited until all of your memories returned.”

I fell back on the cot, pulling my knees into my chest and wrapping my arms around them. Fracture. Bastien mentioned it before, back in the gardens. I couldn’t think of a name more justly deserving. My mind was in shambles. Bastien’s kiss still lingered on my lips, trilling with electricity, as if my body craved renewed connection. Another dose of the numbing balm that Bastien had provided for me those times before. But there was more. More brokenness down to the core of what made me. So deep that it felt as if I were coming apart at the foundation.

“Can you help?” I asked, my voice swallowed by the space around us. “With my mind. Can you put it back the way it was?”

Bastien exhaled, his mouth pulling taut. “It’s unlikely. If I had known about the plan beforehand, I could have told them about the dangers of waiting to bring you back. Walked them through the risks.”

“Plan? Are you telling me that someoneplannedto have me killed and brought back?”

Anger flashed in my belly, igniting like wildfire. Had I once again been made a pawn in the game larger than my own understanding?

“No, of course not!” Bastien contradicted me, “Please, just hear me out. I’ll tell you everything I know, but I need you to stay calm, okay? Without the Verdant gem, you won’t have a lot of strength. I don’t want you to waste it being stupid.”

I snorted a cruel laugh. “How kind of you. Why did you take it in the first place? Back in the town car, I thought you were leaving me to die.”

Bastien winced. “No, Tobias. I would never—I couldn’t do that to you. No matter what happened between us. Listen, you got injured in the crash. The gem was going to siphon what little magic was left in your system to try and heal you, but it wouldn’t have been enough. You would have died if I didn’t take it out.”

“You told me that I’d die without it,” I reminded him, placing a hand over the sore spot on my chest.

“It’s the truth. Without the gem, your strength will start to fail. You can probably feel it already, can’t you? That lethargy is only going to get worse.”

“Then give it back,” I said, holding out a hand. “Don’t let me die again, Bast.”

His expression crumpled as he turned from me, his hand pawing at the nape of his neck. “I have to repair it, first. The crack got worse when I extracted it from you. But you’re safe for the time being, Tobias. And once I’m able to rest, I’ll have it fixed up. I promise you.”

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