Page 109 of Wicked Games

Well, most of my body. Those weird heat prickles are getting worse, and now my legs are starting to sweat, which is fucking weird, and my chest is damp with it. The sensation of my shirt sticking to me is like being scraped with shards of glass, and I hastily pull it off. The cool air feels nice, but it doesn’t help with the prickles of heat multiplying and dancing across my skin.

“Are you bi?” I ask and toss my balled-up shirt into the corner.

He blinks a few times, obviously taken aback by the abrupt question, then gives me a shrewd look. “No,” he says simply.

“I don’t think I am either,” I tell him, my lips curling up in a wry grin. “But I don’t know many straight dudes who are obsessed with their stepbrothers’ dicks, so who the fuck knows what I am.”

“Obsessed, huh?” he asks with a sly grin.

With a dramatic sigh, I flop back so I’m lying on the bed and fix my gaze on the ceiling. “Yup. Totally and completely obsessed.” I let out a humorless chuckle. “Why did I tell you that? It’s like I can’t control my mouth right now.”

“That’s the molly. And it’s only going to get worse before it gets better.”

“Awesome,” I mutter and sit up. Now it feels like all of my skin is flushing hot. Even my eyeballs feel hot. What the fuck is happening? Did someone turn the heat on?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I blow out a breath and push my hair back from my forehead as a wave of heat seems to radiate out from deepinside me, making my skin burn and my inside feels like they’re on fire. “Can you open the window or something? Why is it so hot in here?”

A concerned look passes over his handsome features, and he presses the back of his hand against my cheek.

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer and puts two fingers on my pulse point. It’s probably racing because my heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s vibrating in my chest.

“What’s happening?” I ask on a gasp, swaying back and forth as my vision goes snowy and the world starts tilting around me. I blink rapidly, but it doesn’t help. “Am I dying?”

“No. You’re fine.” He wraps one arm around me. “We just have to cool you down.”

He pulls me off the bed and tucks me securely against his side. I manage to get my feet under me but can’t do much more than stumble along beside him as he drags me to the bathroom.

“Cool me down?” I ask as stars start dancing in my vision and a weird pressure fills my head. “Why is my heart beating so fast?”

“That can happen when you mix dick pills and molly. You’ll be fine. We just need to cool you off and get you something to drink.”

“I don’t feel good,” I say weakly.

“I know. Just try to breathe deep, and everything will be okay.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise.” He kicks the door to the bathroom open and brings me right over to the shower.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he turns the water on. “You said I wasn’t allowed to shower.”

“I take it back. You can shower now.” He sticks his hand under the water to test it.

“I don’t want to.” Tiredly, I lay his head on my shoulder. It feels like all my energy has been burned away, and it’s hard to think straight. “I like having you on me.”

“I’ll fuck you again after.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” His eyes fall to my mouth. “Do you promise to be good for me?”

I nod eagerly, but the smile drops from my face as another wave of dizziness hits. I sway on my feet as the world flickers in and out a few times. “Killian?” What the hell is happening to me?

“You’re fine.” He fiddles with the faucets, then sticks his hand back under the spray. “We’ll get you under the water, and you’ll feel better.”

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