“Yeow!” Fucking shoulder. I studied the torn skin that oozed blood. The bite was nowhere near what I’d envisioned, but it would definitely leave a mark.
Which was probably the point.
Wincing, I lifted my arms and nodded at Greyson to proceed.
Within seconds, Sascha crouched in his place.
Fire slammed into me a second later, and I shuddered against the booming urge to close the gap. It was harder to say the words when I wanted him—when I had to acknowledge the cold truth that we may not have this moment again.
I didn’t want to treat him like crap, but nature didn’t give a shit about my wants.
Sascha trembled where he still crouched. “Say it, Andie. Quickly now.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Doore koh e baka.”
The heat left me, and I supported my injured arm under the elbow as Sascha panted. Wobbling over to him, I sank to my knees and rested my head on his shoulder.
I didn’t think he was worthless.
Sascha kissed my temple. “I know, little bird. How’s that bite?”
With gentle fingers, he studied the wound.
I sat straighter. “Hey! You told me Greyson wouldn’t try anything tonight.”
“I possibly misled you on purpose.”
My mouth bobbed.
He lifted a shoulder. “I want to have sex with you so badly that my blue balls are making me walk funny. I had to help Greyson out.”
Laughing hurt my shoulder. “How’s Greyson?”
“Very happy and proud.”
We exchanged a smile.
“Booker?” he asked.
Don’t tell him!
“She doesn’t want me to tell you for some reason.” I snickered.
Booker threw some of Wade’s favourite insults at me, but something else had started to demand my attention.
I fidgeted.
Sascha quirked a brow. “Something the matter?”
“Not at all,” I said sweetly.
His nostrils flared. “You feel some of the heat this time.”
Did I ever.
I bit my lip and clamped my legs together, gasping, “Yes.”
Sascha frowned. “Why this time and not after the last meet?”