Healing Hark (Doms of Chicago) by Trace Dakota

Author:Trace, Dakota [Trace, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Excessica Publishing
Published: 2014-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Fuck.” Hark swayed on his feet as the most incredible release he'd had in sometime eased and left him feeling weaker than a newborn colt.

“Shhh, everything’s okay.” Diachi's voice was soft, comforting even as he and Bryan supported Hark’s weight between them.

Blinking, he tried to come back down, to draw up the necessary anger to distance himself from what had just happened, but it was almost impossible. He should be angry. Furious even that Bryan had brought his master here and in less time than it took for him to change his clothes, they’d stripped his iron control away. It shouldn't be like this. I should've pulled away, resisted — done something.

“Is he okay, Master?” Bryan's worry was obvious by the tone of his voice. “I wanted to pleasure him, not annihilate him.”

“He'll be fine. This is normal. The higher he flies the longer he takes to come back down.”

Diachi's reassurance had Hark's back stiffening. The knowing tone irritated him. He thought he knew him, but he was no longer the same man Diachi had dominated fifteen years ago. He’d grown harder — more jaded by his time in the service. Even George had sworn he'd needed a pry bar and several sticks of dynamite to push past the walls Hark had built up during his time with the Special Forces. The very idea that Diachi had slipped through the cracks so easily had a low angry growl slipping free. This was why he should've stayed in the hotel. To protect himself from the damned shaman-like effect Diachi had on him. So much for hoping he was immune to it.

“And now he's pissed because we got too close.” Diachi's breath teased the side of his neck as he continued to speak to Bryan.

“Let go of me.” He gritted out the words and tried to shrug off their hands. Their closeness now seemed stifling rather than comforting. He needed to get out of here before he forgot why he couldn’t have this — why he had to remain alone.

“No.” Diachi stood firm, his arm around Hark's waist never wavering, even as Bryan crowded a bit closer, effectively trapping him between the two men. “Any good Dom doesn’t leave his sub right after a scene. You know this, Hark. It’s one of the basic tenants of aftercare.”

“I don’t need aftercare!” Frustration filled Hark. “You're. Not. My. Dom.” Hark waited for the man to recoil, instead it was Bryan who traced the line of his jaw with one finger. The gesture took Hark's focus off of Diachi for a moment. The sight of the Bryan’s swollen lips sent a weak spurt of heat through him. Not only did his lips look utterly kissable, the glow radiating off him was tempting. It made Hark want to see it more often.

“Stop it. Quit pushing us away.” Bryan nuzzled his shoulder. “You needed this as much as we did.”

“It doesn't matter — it shouldn't have happened. All I wanted today was to do some painting then take you to work.

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