Page 62 of Primal Urges

That force.

That aggression that he had once found such a turn-on was suddenly betraying him.

It all happened so fast.

A quick flash of Darryl’s face, giving him that evil grin as he forced himself onto him and took whatever it was that he wanted.

With Darryl, it had always been about the control. They didn’t make love; they fucked with a goal of reachinghispleasure. His orgasm could only seem to be reached if there was a hint of terror and forced control with his partner.

It had taken Lucas about a month from when they first started dating to discover Darryl’s particular taste. He wasn’t looking for a partner or an equal; he was looking for someone he could control and who would service him.

By the time Lucas had realized the terrifying truth, it was too late. Darryl had his claws into him, and it was becoming more and more difficult to leave the further they got in their relationship.

Would he always fear having an aggressive man on top of him? Perhaps. But he hoped that in time and with a lot of patience, he might be able to work through his past trauma and find a way to cope with the terrifying memories.

Lying in bed with Caden’s arms wrapped around him, he had never felt so safe. These were the arms of someone who cared. Someone who could be trusted. He didn’t need to fear these arms. This man was good. This man was safe.

Behind him, Caden’s chest rose and fell against his body, making Lucas feel incredibly connected. It was as if they were sharing a moment in time that belonged only to them.

His heart expanded in his chest.

Fuck, he was really starting to fall for this man.

Then his bladder began to complain.

Why did one always have to take a piss right when they were comfortable and warm and never wanting to leave the spot that they were in? It was one of God's cruel jokes, sent to man to remind them that they were under his mercy. His design.

Groaning, Lucas carefully slid out of Caden’s arms and slipped on his underwear. He still felt awkward walking around the house—or barn, in his case—butt-ass naked. He knew it was his place, and he should feel comfortable doing as he liked in the privacy of his own…barn, but it felt kind of awkward having his dick swinging around where horses used to eat and shit. Strange, but true.

He descended the ladder and headed to the bathroom.

After taking a piss, then deciding to brush his teeth and fix his hair, he reached for the bathroom door and turned the knob.

The damn thing didn’t turn.

What the?

He double-checked that the door was unlocked, then tried the knob once again. It still wouldn’t turn.

Oh great. He could see it now. He would either spend the rest of the night trapped in the bathroom, waiting for Caden to wake up and rescue him, or he would call out, waking the poor man and asking him to come to his rescue. Both scenarios would result in his utter humiliation.

He tried once more, pulling and twisting and cursing every god he could think of.

Then he froze.

A tiny bit of smoke began slipping in under the door.

Was there a… fire?

More smoke began to quickly seep through the gaps around the door.

Fuck!

Lucas began to cough.

The bathroom only had a small window just above the toilet that latched open, but it was nowhere near large enough for him to squeeze through.

Shit! Caden!

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