Page 86 of Something So Strong

So I guess that’s why the extent of his importance suddenly doesn’t seem like such a big deal.

Who the fuck cares where Dawnchester is, anyway?

Not me.

Especially when I’m already so high on the fumes of power radiating from him as his fingers push into my cheeks.

“Is your door locked?” my voice rasps out—thick saliva already coating my throat in anticipation.

“Why don’t you check for yourself? Unless you trust me.”

“I trust you,” I respond, but still desperate for oxygen because I’ve not taken a breath since realizing I’m half naked with my back to the door.

With a dominion like I’ve never experienced before, Jesse keeps his eyes locked on mine and slides his grip from my cheeks, to my jaw, and down to my throat. Now able to move my head, the urge to check the door is overwhelming. But I stay strong as Jesse shows me, without needing to speak, just how much credence his words hold.

He knows I want to look, and I know he won’t be upset at me if I do.

He understands my trepidations, but I want to prove that I’m trying, too.

That I’m not a freak.

That I’m sick and tired of having to be strong.

That I trust him to take care of me…

Jesse glances at the door, then back to me. His palm pushes against my Adam’s apple as he clenches tighter around my throat, and I suck in a deep breath and release it with a quavering pant.

He always knew it was locked, but saw I needed him to check again.

“Such a good boy,” he coos—leaning up to kiss me.

My abs tense at his flattery, and I moan into his mouth.

I search for his tongue with mine, desperate to quench my craving, but he pulls away and trails kisses toward my neck as his hand leaves my throat and works its way into my hair. Tugging back, he exposes my neck further, and my jaw slackens as the need to have my mouth filled intensifies.

“Now, you better be done with all your stupid questions.”

“No.” The word has fallen from my lips before I can stop it.

My head is pulled to the side so I can just see Jesse from the corner of my eyes. “I thought you were a good boy.”

I am. I’m your good boy.

But I’ve also never wanted to be so bad.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” His voice growls like he’s not sure how deeply to commit to his role. “What else could you possibly want to know right now?”

“Ah…” Jesse drags his tongue along my collarbone and towards the crook of my neck.

What are words?

What is a question?

I feel like I had a hundred of them before.

“What?... What?...” He continues up my neck and to my ear. “Don’t waste my time, Kai.” Like a speaker with the bass turned all the way up, my chest vibrates with the low, delicious hum of his warning.

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