Page 3 of Echoes of Fear

“There’s an important meeting happening tonight,” Ghost finally tells me.

Okay?

“We have no choice but to have it here at the clubhouse,” he continues.

Again, what’s the big deal?

“Sweetheart,” Blaze says softly. “It’s with a group of seven men.”

Oh. Okay. Right. That’s a lot of people inside this building.

Trapped. No escape. Can’t breathe.

“Fuck. Someone get me a cold rag. Stay with me, little one. We’ve taken care of everything.”

“The meeting will take place in this area of the building only.”

“If they so much as have to piss, they can go outside.”

“No one will be near the rooms.”

“We’ll have someone guarding the staircase the entire time. No one will bother you. It’s only going to be for a couple of hours.”

Blaze and Steel’s scents surround me. Their voices are soft and soothing as they try to talk my brain down from the panic attack.

But it’s not working. I can’t breathe. Everything is fading away.

“Knox, I need you to breathe for me,” Blaze says. “Fuck, his lips are turning blue.”

“You will breathe, Little boy.”

Oxygen flows through my lungs, and the room around me returns.

That voice. That demand. The absolute order from a powerfully dominant man overpowers my frantic thoughts. My mind focuses on that one order—the demand to do as my Dom says.

“Again, boy.”

This time from Blaze.

I want to run away and hide, but my body completely and utterly submits to the Doms demands. Everything in me relaxes, knowing that I’m not currently in charge. I don’t have to make any decisions at this moment in time. My only job is to listen and obey.

And I love every single second of it. There is nothing more calming than a complete power exchange. A spark of fear tries to fight its way forward with what happened the last time someone had a little power over me. But I trust these two men with everything I have. So, I ignore the fear. I let it go and give it to the two men who want nothing more than to make me feel safe.

“Good boy,” Steel says. “You’re doing a good job, little one, isn’t he, Blaze?”

“Such a brave boy,” Blaze answers.

Safety. Family.

“Guys, our guests will be here in three hours. We need to get him mentally ready for this.”

“He’s in complete submission right now, Jax,” I hear Steel explain.

“Then pull this alpha shit back some so he can come out of it. Wait, this could work. If he’s this calm while the guests are here, he might not have another panic attack. Could you keep him like this until then?”

“We could, but we’re not going to,” Blaze says.

“Why the hell not? It could help him not to be scared.”

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