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My throat swelled. “I can’t force him to drink from me. He’ll hate me.”
“Talking and touching might work,” Zander said lightly.
He didn’t sound convinced.
When I looked back at Bash, I found his eyes still glued to me. His expression was angry, but I trusted he wouldn’t hurt me.
“We’ll stay to make sure you’re safe,” Rafael added.
I nodded, then made my way across the basement. The floor was concrete, and cold beneath my bare feet. My legs didn’t shake as much as they had before, though.
“Hey, Clash,” I murmured, approaching him slowly. I was safe with him, but that didn’t mean I wanted to startle him. “It’s me.”
His chest rumbled at the sound of my voice, and he fought violently against his restraints. Blood ran down his arms, anda panicked cry escaped me. My gaze jerked to Eldrich and the other guys. “Let him down.”
All three of them shook their heads together.
I rushed forward, throwing my arms around his middle. My face met his bare chest, and my eyes stung at the feel of blood on my skin. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I hoped it wasn’t his.
He continued fighting, his face twisted in a snarl as he tried to hold me.
“Give him his arms,” I commanded, lifting a watery glare to his family members. “The bindings on his legs will keep him here.”
The guys exchanged a look.
“Now!”
Sebastian went still against me when he heard the tone of my voice.
“Don’t move while they release your arms,” I ordered the demon, my grip on his middle still tight. “And don’t hurt them. They’re mated. They don’t want me.”
Bash’s body was tenser than I’d ever felt it, but he remained completely still while his father unlocked one of his wrists, followed by the other.
The moment his dad stepped away, he hauled me into his arms and buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent. His hands moved roughly over my skin, making sure I wasn’t hurt anywhere.
“No one touched me,” I said, forcing my voice to stay authoritative since he’d responded well to that. “I’m fine. I need you to shift back, Stash.”
He ignored me, just holding me tight and breathing me in. One of his thick arms snaked around my ass, holding his shirt and suitcoat down to cover my backside.
I gave him a few minutes to cool off, remaining where I was. Though I kept hoping he would decide to shift back on his own, he didn’t.
“Shift, Bash,” I commanded. His real nickname felt weird on my lips, since he’d never given me permission to use it.
He didn’t budge.
I turned my head, looking back at his dad and brothers.
“We don’t have much time,” Eldrich warned. “He needs to look sane. That means showering, patching his wounds, and getting dressed.”
Shit.
I’d used at least five minutes of our potential hour already; maybe ten.
And I definitely wasn’t horny.
How was I supposed togethorny, though? With Bash not sane, while knowing he was going to hate me for feeding him, even though it was likely the only way to keep him alive…
The situation wasn’t exactly a turn-on.
