Page 22 of Ghost Whisperer


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"Hecandisobey her order."But chooses not to.Fucker.

"Their skills are similar.Mother controls through her voice.Axton through his touch.If he holds onto you, you have to do what he wants.But it also means they're less susceptible to each other."

So they were working together.Had he been faking when he'd said sorry to Axar when he'd gone to get him at the bar?Either way, he had to be wary of Axton.Since he could break Axar's mother's demand, he didn't think Axton was a threat to him, but it would be foolish not to be careful.

Franklin pulled the T-shirt all the way off Axar and found a few cuts still bleeding.They broke open when Axar moved, and there was one on his back the fabric had stuck to.It made Franklin grit his teeth."Shower, then I'll patch you up."

"What?"Axar looked ready to bolt.

Franklin tugged lightly at his pajama pants."Come on."

"Not while you're watching me."

Franklin wanted to hug him, but he was afraid anywhere he'd touch would be painful.He took a step closer, almost touching.Then he dipped his head and brushed his lips over Axar's."If you want me to go, I'll go, but I'll insist on checking you over later."

Axar huffed, but his gaze jumped between Franklin's eyes and his lips.

"Okay?"Franklin's voice wasn't louder than a whisper.

Axar didn't reply, so while he made up his mind about what was okay and what wasn't, Franklin dipped his head and nuzzled his neck.A shiver went through him.He'd wanted to do that for months, breathe Axar in, feel him close.He groaned low and gently kissed the spot he wanted to bite.He lingered.Nudged him with his nose.Fastened his lips to the spot.His teeth throbbed with the need to sink through the skin, but he didn't so much as graze it.

Then Axar made a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh and tilted his head ever so slightly to give Franklin more room.He growled and gave him a light nip.

Goosebumps erupted over Axar's upper arms.Interesting.Franklin breathed warm air over his skin, licked where he'd nipped, only to nuzzle behind Axar's ear.

When a hand tentatively caressed his shoulder, Franklin wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, mindful of the cuts and bruises, but unable not to touch.

"Shower then bed."He walked them closer to the shower stall.When he tugged at Axar's pajama pants, he didn't object.His underwear followed shortly after, and Franklin groaned as he took in his straining cock.

He reached around Axar and grabbed the shower head.As he turned the knob to get the water started, he looked into Axar's eyes."Okay?"

Maybe he should feed him before they went to bed.Did food help psychics heal the way it helped shifters?He didn't think so, but it couldn't hurt, right?

"Are you hungry?"

"Hungry?"Axar's pupils were blown, and there was a light flush on his cheeks.

"Food can speed up shifters' healing--"

Axar shook his head.Right, then.Franklin tested the water and deemed it good enough.He guided Axar into the stall and gently sprayed his body a little at a time.Some of the blood washed away, and he wanted to growl anew.

When Axar closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, his focus shifted.He had his mate.He'd gotten him out, and while he was a bit worse for wear, he was fine.The bruises and scratches would heal, and Franklin would make sure no one ever touched him again.

He handed Axar the shower head before reaching for a shampoo bottle and lathering Axar's hair.His clothes soaked up water, but he didn't care.He massaged Axar's scalp and got paid in moans.When he was afraid Axar would melt into a puddle at his feet, he moved on to soaping up his body.

He was careful around his injuries, and when he crouched to lather up his legs, he was pleased to see there were no cuts on them, no scars either.He had a few bruises, but bruises would fade.

As he moved his hands higher and higher on Axar's thigh, Axar opened his eyes and looked at him.Franklin tilted his head to the side and smiled.

"What...eh...are you doing?"

"Washing you."He slid his hand higher, his knuckles brushing against Axar's balls, making him hiss.

"I can...eh...do it myself."

Franklin grinned and gestured at his straining cock."Go ahead.I like to watch."

He stayed on his knees, waiting to see what Axar would do.