Dragonel by Tiegan Clyne

Author:Tiegan Clyne [Clyne, Tiegan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-14T16:00:00+00:00

He woke with a start, expecting to taste the bittersweet alcohol but tasting menthol and mint instead. Sebastian felt his backside tingling, and the gentle touch of a finger tracing his injuries with a salve.

“Does it hurt?”

Christopher was kneeling at his feet, and Sebastian was lying on his stomach with one arm beneath the pillow. The other arm lay at his side. He was groggy, and it took a moment to remember how to speak.

“No,” he finally said. “It tingles.”

“Well, tingling is infinitely preferable to pain, I think.” There was plastic snapping sound, and Sebastian guessed that Christopher had shut the lid on the tube of salve.

“Mm.”

It was a non-committal sound, and the best that he could manage at that moment. His head felt fuzzy, and he wasn’t entirely certain he should be awake. He opened his eyes, and it felt as if it took a lot of strength to move his eyelids.

“You’re still groggy from the sedation and pain medication that I gave you,” Christopher told him. “If you want to go back to sleep, go ahead.”

Sebastian reached his free arm down to touch his own buttocks. He could feel the sticky medicine that Christopher had applied, along with the swollen lines that remained. He sighed through his nose, and his fingers dipped toward his opening.

“Please try not to touch that,” Christopher said, catching his wrist. “There’s a bit of tearing there, and I don’t want you to irritate it.”

He remembered the party and Lord Ashmar, and he rolled onto his side so he could see Christopher’s face. He didn’t find his voice, but his thoughts formed, -Why didn’t you protect me?-

Christopher didn’t respond, and he wondered if perhaps their telepathic connection had been closed.

He sighed again, and this time he spoke aloud. “What time is it?”

“Mid-morning.”

The other man left the mattress and turned his attention to the medical bag that he had placed on the bedside table. He was wearing tan trousers and a white button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and the shirt was unbuttoned to his mid-chest. He turned his back to Sebastian and took off the exam gloves he’d been wearing. Strangely, when he turned around again, he was wearing thin leather gloves the same color as his trousers.

“Are you that disgusted by the thought of touching me?”

He was surprised by his own question, and he regretted it as soon as he saw the pinched, almost pained look on Christopher’s face. The other man banished that flash of sorrow behind a placid smile.

“I’m not disgusted by the thought of touching you. Quite the opposite.” He sat down on the bed, hitching his knee up onto the mattress and folding his gloved hands in his lap. “But I think you’re done being touched for a while. Aren’t you?”

“By Lord Ashmar,” he nodded. “What a bastard.”

He hadn’t meant to say the last comment, and he supposed that the drugs in his system were making him incautious. He held his breath for a moment, waiting for Christopher to respond with anger, but he did not.

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