Rise to Submit [Rise of the Changelings, Book 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

Author:Lynn Hagen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Ian was fighting the drowsy feeling running rampant through his body, but his eyelids kept drifting closed. The lull of the truck and the darkness outside weren’t helping his plight to stay awake—and neither were Mason’s hands running gently over his back.

The man’s warm body made Ian feel safe, but unfortunately, it was so cozy that it wasn’t helping his plight to stay awake. He wanted nothing more than to let sleep take him.

He was so tired that all he wanted to do was close his eyes. His head was pounding and his eyes were burning so badly that they felt like they were on fire.

Voices began to whisper all around Ian, but when he looked up, no one was talking. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He had to stay awake—even if all he wanted to do was close his eyes and get some rest.

As he stared out of the window, trying to take his mind off of sleeping, he noticed that the shapes in the darkness began to take form, mocking Ian, laughing at him as the truck drove by. Oh, god. He needed sleep so desperately. Ian slammed his eyes closed and then quickly opened them, only to see more shapes along the back road.

He was going insane.

He needed sleep.

Even though Ian had been falling asleep, rest hadn’t been the thing he had experienced. How could he rest when Newman met him in his dreams? He was sleep deprived in the worst way, and Ian would give anything to fall asleep and just sleep, no dreams, no Newman, nothing but uninterrupted knocked-out-from-the-world sleep.

But Ian knew Newman was waiting for him. There was no way the vampire would miss the opportunity to torture him. Newman seemed to thrive on pain…Ian’s pain. The man was as sadistic as they came, and had proven it time and again with Ian.

There were some things the man had made Ian do that Ian would take to the grave. He could honestly say there were no limits a junkie wouldn’t go to in order to get his fix.

And Ian had no limits when he was at the bottom of that rotten, death-filled barrel. When he was going through his worst cravings, Ian would have sold his own mother to get another bite, and the shame of that knowledge would forever haunt him.

Mason shifted around slightly and Ian found himself leaning into the guy’s chest. The feeling was warm, strong, and so damn comforting.

“Have you brought me what I asked for?” Newman asked as soon as Ian opened his eyes.

Oh, god no! Ian had fallen asleep. He stood there with his hands tied above his head, his body completely still. The quick rise and fall of his chest couldn’t be helped, but Ian struggled not to make it too noticeable.

The whip cracked and Ian slammed his eyes closed, feeling his skin breaking open and blood slowly dripping down his back.

“I asked you a question, human.”

Ian didn’t want to tell on the people he was with.

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