“I’m not sitting down. We’re leaving.”
“Sit down.” I pointed to the couch, raising my voice.
He scowled, and still didn’t move. I noticed him leaning heavily against the cabinets, too. The man was going to pass out.
“I’m not going anywhere with you like this. Sit your ass on my couch or I will sit it there myself,” I ordered.
His eyes glowed for a moment. “Go ahead. Sit my ass down.”
“I’m going to leave you to this.” Harper gestured around the kitchen. Her voice was muffled, so I was pretty sure her fangs had made an appearance. The thawed bag of blood I was holding probably didn’t make her bloodlust any easier to deal with.
A strangled breath escaped me.
Maverick’s condition was my fault. He didn’t realize that I would never have needed so much blood at one time myself. He was suffering to keep my best friend alive, and he didn’t even realize it.
Fuck.
I was an asshole. A bigger one than him.
In any other situation, I would never have done this.
But it wasn’t any other situation.
I pulled one of his arms over my shoulders and grabbed his waist, dragging him away from the cabinets. Maverick didn’t let me take much of his weight, but he did let me pull him across the apartment and shove him to the couch.
He also yanked me to the cushions with him. A sound of surprise escaped me when I ended up on his lap, with my face over his crotch.
He blinked down at me.
I stared as a tent slowly appeared in front of my eyes, and a blush slowly spread over my cheeks.
Holy shit, he was huge.
“How do you have enough blood in your body to be hard right now?” My voice came out breathier than expected.
“Guess my cock still knows what matters.”
I couldn’t stop my snort.
He dragged me up onto his lap. It was significantly more of a struggle for him than it had been before. My guilt flared again.
It faded a bit when he sat me over his erection.
“For the record, that wasn’t intentional.” He gestured toward both of our crotches before putting both his hands on my waist.
“I noticed. Your muscles failed you.”
“My muscles never fail me. They just… took a break.”
“They tend to do that when you let someone drain five pints of blood from your body. What were you thinking?”
“My Omega bet me that I couldn’t give you more than three bags.”
“Is that the other guy who was with you and Rhone when I was in the cage?”
“Yeah. Nolan.”
My forehead creased. “His side of the bet must’ve been pretty appealing.”
