Binding Brinley (Captives of Pra'kir Book 1) by Maren Smith

Author:Maren Smith [Smith, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A Red Hot Romance Spanking Novel
Published: 2017-04-05T18:30:00+00:00

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“One more… game,” Rog suggested hopefully.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Rowth continued putting the game pieces away, tucking each neatly into its shiny black box before putting that away on the lower shelf of Rog’s bedside table. When he was done, he tucked the blankets in a little closer around his friend. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, perhaps, if you’re well enough.”

“I’m well… enough,” Rog good-naturedly grumbled. “It was just… a little blood. Not… like the last… time.”

Perhaps not, but the occurrences were coming closer and closer together. Rowth didn’t want to think about that. Before he went to bed, he’d log the incident in Rog’s daily health journal. That was soon enough for him to have to face the bitter truth: The disease currently ravaging its way through all the Mekron was no long holding static inside of Rog. It was progressing.

Rog was dying.

He pulled the blankets snug right up under Rog’s wrinkled, age-spotted chin. “Get some rest.”

“Are you… going to play… a couple… games… with Brinley?”

Rowth wasn’t fooled by the other’s feigned nonchalance. He was too good at his job for that. He was himself, he liked to believe, the Supreme Judge of Nonchalance. “You just saw me put the box away.”

“I’m not… talking about… Barracks,” Rog said, snuggling into a soft pillow that was easily twice his size. “I’m… talking about…” He leered a suggestive smile. “…games.”

Rowth stopped fussing with the blankets long enough to frown. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m not… tired. I… slept yesterday… as you… very well know. You and your… blasted… journals.”

“Lie still with your eyes closed, then.” Getting up, Rowth headed to the door.

“Don’t forget… the lights. You forgot… last time.”

“I ‘forgot’ because you don’t sleep when the lights are on. You wander the room.” Hesitating with his hand not quite on the control panel, Rowth glanced at the web of climbing ropes that hung in a tapestry knotted ladders and swinging lines. He frowned at Rog again. “Are you going to get out of bed if I leave a light on?”

“Not while… you’re standing there.”

One had to admire the honesty. Shaking his head, Rowth tapped the control panel, programming the closet light to stay on until morning and for the door to remain cracked open. “I want at least fifteen minutes of lying still with your eyes closed,” he said sternly, but he had no delusions that he would be obeyed. The Mekron paid little attention to time, and yet it never failed to amaze (or rather, amuse; perhaps even annoy) him how, for a being who notoriously took all day to traverse one level of the house, fifteen minutes could be disregarded in less than two. He’d be surprised if Rog was still under his blankets fifteen seconds after Rowth left.

Claws plucking at his blankets, Rog leered again. “Are you going… to spank me… if I don’t?”

Rowth met Rog’s chortling purr with another stern frown, but it faded as soon as the door closed behind him.

“Na,” he muttered, shaking his head and fighting back a losing smile.

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