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caring about him. He considered what Alex had said. “Screwed up
how?”
“Can we please not talk about this?”
“I mean, are you just talking about bondage and spanking, or was
there like—” The growl that escaped Alex’s lips stopped Jacob from
taking that thought any further. “Okay, okay.” Still, he had to ask.
“But…I mean, they liked it, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“And you liked it?”
Alex looked at Jacob, his handsome face marred by guilt and
embarrassment. Try as he might, Jacob couldn’t figure out why
Alex’s desires seemed to upset him so much, but it certainly seemed
like a sore spot. “It’s sick. And weird. And I don’t want to like it,”
Alex finally said, “but…damn it, I’m screwed up, okay? I don’t want
to screw you up, too. You’re too…” His brow furrowed, as if looking
for the right euphemism.
Jacob bit his lip. He had a feeling he already knew what Alex was
going for. “Weak?” he said, supplying the word for him.
Jacob was surprised when Alex shook his head no. “You’re too
perfect, angel.”
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Jacob certainly hadn’t expected that. A smile crept across his face
at the endearment. “Angel,” he repeated. “Why do you call me that?”
Alex shrugged, leaning over him to brush his hair off his forehead.
“Because you are,” he said.
Jacob’s eyes closed involuntarily at the words, but when he
opened them, his mate’s were full of worry again. Before he could ask
what was wrong, Alex’s fingertips gently grazed the deep, bandaged
gash his bangs had been hiding.
“Saw that, huh?” Alex nodded. His lips were pressed together so
tightly, Jacob doubted he could have responded if he wanted to. “I’m
fine. Trust me.”
“I don’t want you going back through that planesgate. It’s too
dangerous.”
Jacob bit his tongue. Alex was right. Even if Ben’s injuries hadn’t
exactly stemmed from planeswalking, crossing the gate was
dangerous. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if he killed himself trying
to do it, but Morgana needed Ben. Fuck, he needed Ben if he ever
planned on returning to his home plane. He could hide out on Earth a
while, but if he waited too long, the planesgate could close, and he
didn’t know how long it would be before it opened again. It seemed
like the Craven family had been waiting for a very long time for
someone to cross it and find them here.
“I have to go back sometime,” he said slowly, “but I can’t do
much until Ben’s awake. Or healed, for that matter. I don’t want to
hurt him any more than I have.”
“You never think of yourself, do you?” Alex asked. His eyes were
big and round as they stared into his.
“Maybe not.” Jacob smiled. He liked the way his mate was
looking at him. “We can try again, you know.” He paused, gauging
the look in Alex’s eye. It didn’t harden, and he didn’t pull his hand
away. “If you want.”
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Alex’s hand big hand closed over his. He felt warm and protected
with him holding it, but there was still worry etched on Alex’s face.
“What if I hurt you?”
“I trust you,” he said. Alex’s shoulders slumped a little, and he
seemed to relax. “Just don’t shut me out, okay?”
“No, I mean like literally hurt you. You seriously have no idea the
things I want to do to you. And you saw how big my cock is.”
Jacob felt his face flush as his own cock throbbed under the
suddenly much-too-thin hospital sheet. Yep, he remembered all right.
Leave him alone in here with the door closed and a box of Kleenex
and he’d remember it for maybe the next ten minutes.
“Are you blushing?”
“No. Maybe. Shut up.” Jacob cleared his throat and shifted under
the sheets before Alex noticed any other reactions his body had to
discussing his eight-inch cock. “And you’re awfully confident about
the size of erections on Morgana. You know, comparatively
speaking.”
Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Are you implying you’re accustomed to
larger erections?”
“What, are you kidding me?” Jacob snorted. “All my other
boyfriends were planeswalkers. Haven’t you ever heard anyone say,
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