Capítulo 28: Chapter 28

What a crock of bullshit. Worse if it was true. Not that Arik had ever had to find another reason to hate the mystical.

Arik’s grip tightened on Blaze’s ass, and he sought for deeper drive and sweeter sensitivity. He searched out every dangling tendril of those spark-infused, manipulative, bastard strings, collected them up in his head, and used them as a whole to stroke Blaze’s mental and physical everything.

Blaze whispered, whimpered, and begged while his body squirmed, contorted, and fucked the bed. Arik gave up on holding flesh apart and let his left hand seek out the path his right was already on, finding and caressing the rolling muscles of Blaze’s back.