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I’d tried rational argument. I’d tried questioning Shai’s motivation. The

only option left to me was to beg, so as Shai brought the needle close to my vein, that’s exactly what I did. “Please don’t do this, Shai. I’ll do anything you want, be anything you want. You can do anything to me. Just… not this.” My pleas fell on deaf ears, Shai’s brow pinched in concentration.

There was a sharp sting as the needle slid in, followed by a strange

sensation of cold spreading around my body as he pressed the plunger. Apart from that, everything felt… normal. Was this another game? Would Shai go so far as to inject saline just to gauge my reaction?

Then it started. At first, it was just a strange prickle, like a shiver, only

inside my body rather than outside. The feeling grew more intense, cold quickly turning to heat. I closed my eyes as my heart rate sped up, the pounding seeming to ricochet throughout my entire body. And then the euphoria hit. It was like someone had scooped me from the bed and placed me on a floating cloud. Nothing hurt. Nothing mattered anymore except riding the wave to wherever it was going to take me.

I was dimly aware of the bindings being untied, but my limbs were too

heavy to lift anyway, so I left my hands where they rested above my head. I should have done this years ago. How stupid had I been to have access to all those drugs and to have not even tried them?

“Elijah?” I ignored the voice. Whoever it was could wait. I had places in

the sky to go. “Elijah, open your eyes.” The floating sensation subsided, leaving a warm buzz behind in its place. I forced my eyelids open to find a man staring at me with curiosity in his eyes. Who was he? Shai, that was it.

A tiny spark in the back of my mind told me that I was supposed to be

angry at him? Why? I tried to chase the thought, tried to bring it into the light so I could examine it, but before I could, it was gone, lost in the smile on my lips as I stared up at the man. He was gorgeous. I seemed to remember a time when I hadn’t thought that, when it hadn’t been normal to get lost in the dark wave of his hair and those perfectly angled cheekbones.

“How are you feeling?”

I forced my arms to lift, my fingers reaching out blindly in a bid to find

something to anchor them. They came to a natural resting place on the warm skin of Shai’s chest. “I feel good, better than good, actually. I feel…” Something was gnawing at my synapses. I lifted my head, scanning the length of my body in an effort to connect the dots and work out what was bothering me. My engorged cock, the head redder than I was used to seeing, stared back at me. That was it. That was what I needed. I licked my lips, the action seeming to make it worse when it wasn’t my tongue I wanted there. I let my hand drift down the length of Shai’s chest, until it curled around the bulge beneath his jeans. “I need your cock.”

“Not me? Just my cock?” Despite Shai’s question, he was already pulling at the fastening of his jeans, the fabric parting to reveal a glimpse of dark hair and the base of his cock.

“Both.” The word was as slurred as if I’d drunk five whiskeys in quick succession.

Shai knelt in the center of the bed, his hand moving in lazy strokes over his rapidly stiffening cock. “If you want me, come and get me. You can’t expect me to do all the work.”

I was up like a shot, straddling him and forcing my lips on his so firmly that he was almost bent backward by the force of my ardor. Once he’d recovered from the speed of my assault, he met me with an equal fervor, his arm looping around my waist to keep me upright as my hands greedily devoured his skin.

I’d never really touched him before and I couldn’t work out why, when he felt so good. His skin was hot and smooth beneath my fingertips as I gave him no let-up on kissing, needing his tongue in my mouth more than I needed oxygen.

When I couldn’t hold off any longer, I rose up over him, not waiting for his agreement before spearing myself on him, his cock sinking deep into my ass. This was what I needed. I wasted no time in riding him, ignoring the bite of his fingertips on my hips as I drove myself harder and harder until our bodies slammed together. The lust that lurked beneath my skin felt like a separate entity, like a fire-breathing dragon that would consume me if I didn’t give it what it wanted.

In what seemed like no time at all, I was coming, drops of cum shooting out of my cock to paint the dark lines of Shai’s cobra tattoo. I fell on it like I was a starving man and cum was my only sustenance, removing every single drop with my tongue and using it as an excuse to fasten my lips on Shai’s nipple at the same time. If I’d hoped the orgasm would slake my lust, I was disappointed, that same boiling need still racing through my body. Luckily, the cock inside me was still hard.

Either Shai hadn’t come, or he was good to go for another round. I didn’t really care which it was. All that mattered was fucking. I buried my face in his neck, my hips starting to move again almost of their own accord.

Shai’s laugh was throaty, his fingers tightening almost painfully on my

skin. “I think I like this Elijah.” And then he was tipping me backwards so that I sprawled on the mattress. He pushed my thighs up around my ears, slid his cock back into my ass and started an immediate, punishing rhythm that had my head bouncing off the headboard.

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THE STREET CORNER was dark with no sign of the man we were waiting for. Wyatt leaned forward from the back seat of the car, his red hair shining like fire as it caught the light from the nearby streetlight. “Elijah’s becoming somewhat of a problem.”

I spared him no more than the briefest of glances. “In what way?”

Wyatt had the good sense to look uncomfortable before he answered the question. “He’s always desperate for his next fix. He’s taken to offering us sexual favors in exchange for getting hold of some Void for him. I’ve no idea why you let him get hooked on that stuff.” From the front seat next to me, Taylor shot him a warning glance, Wyatt’s mouth snapping shut with an audible click. There was a long, charged silence before he spoke again. “I just thought you’d want to know, that’s all. That he’s trying to whore himself around.”

“Have any of the men taken him up on it?”