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Saint’s touch stroked up Octavius’s neck, and Octavius moaned into the kiss. This was too much, but not enough. He couldn’t do this, but wanted more. He pushed, but Saint’s warning growl had Octavius’s dick going from interested to desperate in a beat. He had to stop this, but didn’t want to. It couldn’t happen, but he needed it to. All his needs and wants and fears turned into a storm in his head, driving him mad.
He clutched at Saint’s shirt, intent on throwing him off—but he pulled him closer. His back hit a tree. Saint pressed in, his body suddenly firm and everywhere. Octavius burned for more, for skin on skin, to feel him slide against him. He dropped his head back, parted his mouth, and let his aching fangs fall, and then froze as Saint risked his own life by sweeping his tonguebetweenOctavius’s lips and then lapping at the four vicious teeth that could kill him.
No, this was wrong. Brotherhood did not fuck nyks. The venom, the wrongness, never care.
“Stop!”He pushed the command too hard, lashed it into Saint like a whip to the mind.
Saint tore away and clutched at his head. “Was that necessary?!”
“I can’t… We can’t…” Octavius clutched the tree behind him for a few steadying seconds and fought to get his body back under control. Then he eyed Saint, the creature, the man he wanted. He hadn’t wanted physical touch in so long, he couldn’t even remember when he’d last lain with another. To have Saint’s hands on him, to have all the strength and power quivering under Octavius’s touch… “I won’t.”
Saint laughed sadly and shook his head. “Fine, Little Wolf. Crawl on your belly back to Mikalis and watch him rip it open. I cannot save you from yourself.”
Saint left, and the forest fell quiet again, or perhaps it was Octavius’s thoughts that fell quiet, after Saint turned his head into a tinderbox of scorching lust.
Saint was… a lot to get his head around. Even more to get his tongue around.
He shuddered a sigh. He was going to go back to the cabin, and they’d either agree to move locations or hunker down there, and in a few days, Octavius would reach out to Zaine. Once he returned to the cabin, he was not going to kiss Saint, and he wasn’t going to fuck him. Or be fucked. Gods, what wouldthatbe like? Saint’s teeth in his throat, his dick filling him—
Octavius pushed from the tree andran. The faster he sped, the clearer his head became. He could do this. And he’d win back his place in the Brotherhood in time to save the world. He had to do this, to prove he was good enough for them.
He made it to the cabin just as dawn broke and hurried inside. He’d tell Saint that they couldn’t kiss again, and how Octavius didn’t want that. But he found Saint sitting on the couch, his face buried in his hands. The coppery smell of blood lingered in the cabin air.
“What happened?”
Saint looked up, his face stricken. “Mikalis took Jay,” he growled. “I’m getting him back.”
CHAPTER20
Saint
Mikalis would kill Jay.Humans meant nothing to him. Then he’d kill Octavius and Saint. He’d brush it all under a rug so his precious Brotherhood never knew, like he did with all his secrets.
“Is Jay hurt?” Octavius asked, rushing forward. He’d come back from the woods, from the kiss, from Saint revealing too much truth, things even he hadn’t known he’d felt. And now this—losing Jay.
Saint held out the note he’d found in the kitchen. He’d scented blood, the same as Octavius must have, but there were no spills or splatter marks. “Not seriously hurt, no. Not yet.”
It’s time to end this,the note said.
Come to me, and the feeder lives.
M.
On the back, Mikalis had written an address. Not a Brotherhood location, somewhere else, somewhere nearby and secure, away from prying Brotherhood eyes. He must have planned all of it long before Saint had lured him away.
Mikalis had wanted Saint away from the cabin so he could loop back and capture Jay, knowing Jay was Saint’s weakness.
Octavius took the note and snarled as he read. “Why is he like this now?”
“He’s always been like this.” Saint looked up, so damn tired of running, of caring. He hadn’t wantedanyof this. He would have been easier if he was the monster, then none of this would matter.
“All right.” Octavius handed the note back, and their fingers brushed. The brief touch had Saint wanting to reach out to him, to take that hand, needing contact, but Octavius was quick to pull away and then pace. This would be the moment he’d leave Saint, he’d go back to the Brotherhood. He didn’t need Jay, so why risk his life for a man he saw as Saint’s feeder?
“Then, we go to that address, and we get Jayden,” Octavius said.
Saint must have misheard. He stared up at Octavius. A few days ago, he’d been more concerned about Octavius leaving of his own accord, but now, Octavius was prepared to stand against Mikalis to save a man he assumed to be a hopelessly addicted feeder. Why?
His ice-blue eyes landed on Saint, and for a moment, he stared back, unblinking. Hedidcare about the people, and about Jay. He’d always cared. But the Brotherhood didn’t care, it was one of their unbreakable vows. To care made them weak. Octavius had always had a heart, but here, now, he’d stopped hiding it.
