He’s going into shock.
Talon’s gaze flicks up and registers what’s happening instantly. He leans down, sliding Jasper’s arm over his shoulder and gets him on his feet. The three of us make it to the stairs with me on Jasper’s other side.
“I’ve got him,” I say to Talon who lets him go.
Jasper stumbles on the first step, but I tighten my hold and the both of us take the stairs one at a time until we’re at the top. I steer Jasper down the hallway, straight into the primary bathroom.
I place him in the shower and turn the water on full blast. He stands there, underneath the water, fully clothed, the black tee now plastered to his chest, jeans darkening as water soaks through. He braces one hand against the tile like it’s the only thing keeping him from collapsing again.
His body starts to shake, adrenaline dumping. I stand there for one heartbeat, watching the man I love unravel while the echo of a dead man’s last breath still rings in my ear.
I begin to strip my clothes away and step in behind him. My hands find his shoulders, sliding down his arms and peeling the soaked shirt up over his head. He lifts his arms with ease, allowing me. Then I unbuckle his belt, shoving the jeans down over his thighs, kneeling to tug them free. He steps out of them, kicking them aside.
He’s beautiful in that tragic, brutal way. His cock hangs heavy, flushed and half-hard even now. Even shattered, his body wants.
Wantsme.
And God help me, I want him wrecked.
Then he collapses forward, forehead to tile, body wracked in silence.
I wrap around him from behind, pressing my bare chest to his spine, arms circling his waist. I hold him like I can keep the pieces from falling all the way apart.
His breath stutters then steadies as one of his hands slides over mine, then the other. He grips them hard.
And turns.
His eyes are red, wrecked, and burning. His hand cups my jaw, thumb dragging over my bottom lip like he needs the feel of me to believe I’m real.
That this is real.
That he’s still here.
His mouth crashes into mine and his tongue invades my mouth, desperate and starved. He kisses me like he’s trying to crawl inside me and stay there. His hand fists my now wet hair, yanking my head back so he can take more. I claw him back, nails raking his chest, leaving red marks behind. He growls into my mouth, hips grinding against mine, cock thick and heavy where it presses to my stomach.
“I need you.” I reach for him, but he catches my wrists and pins them against the tile above my head with one hand. His eyes lock onto mine, now red-rimmed and burning.
Then he sinks to his knees, water pouring over his shoulders as he spreads my thighs with his hands. His mouth hovers there as he looks up at me, asking for permission.
I nod.
His tongue drags slowly up my slit, and my knees buckle. He steadies me with an iron grip on my hips, pinning me to the wall, and devours me. Teeth graze my clit, then his tongue circles and thrusts inside. I’m gasping, fingers clawing uselessly at the tile.
Come off the edge for me, Jasper.
He growls against me, the vibration alone almost sending me into an orgasm. But then he rises, surging up and bracketing my face with both hands, water pouring between us. He slides his cock through the slick between my thighs.
“Turn,”he signs. And I obey instantly.
My palms slam against the cold tile as he fists my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat. His teeth sink into my neck—a sharp bite, then a kiss.
“Stay,” he breathes against my ear.
His hand slides down my body, past my belly, between my legs, finding me drenched. He lets out a groan.
His fingers work me open, circling my clit with ruthless intent, before thrusting inside. He builds me up like he knows my body better than I do.
“Jasper—fuck—please?—”
