Chapter 32 Cain
We were leaving for Asheville in less than an hour, and there was something off about Dax, something I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Trying to use the bond to figure out what he was feeling was all but useless. I wasn’t sure he even had emotions to speak of. But the way his eyes warmed when he looked at me told me there was something there. The only thing he ever felt with any consistency was rage—this all-consuming rage that truly scared me. But when he asked me to leave him alone in the room, he was feeling something I couldn’t put my finger on.
I stayed just outside the door waiting for him to join me. I longed to get in there and help him with whatever he needed. My hand wrapped around the handle as I hesitated to enter. Just when I was about to push it open, he called out to me. “Cain, can I get some help in here?”
When I came through the door I was struck when I saw his ass up in the air, back pressed against the wall. His cock was hard, and he was handling it quite roughly. He turned it the right way and I caught a flash of metal there. My gaze moved down his shaft until I caught the glint of a piercing just above his knot. “You didn’t tell me your cock was pierced.”
“I don’t normally wear them.” He was spinning around in the bed until he was laying back against the pillow. “I can’t get the rest of them in from that angle.”
I moved across the room and took the metal pieces from him. My hand moved along his shaft, tracing the line until I felt the little dent there, he took a deep breath as I threaded the post through the opening. His cock was leaking by the time I made it to the head of him. Six in a row, leading to just below the ridge of his head. Leaning down I collected the pearl of liquid from his tip, savoring the taste of him as I traced his head with my fingers. My eyes flew open when I felt the spaces for two crossed piercings across his head. Sliding those into place made my cock ache in my pants.
“There’s one more.” He pushed his cock forward so I could see a small, raised section on his knot. I grabbed the hoop from his hand and threaded it through the holes there. Sitting back on my heels it took everything I had not to worship him where he lay. “I know, baby boy, but we don’t have the time.”