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“I’m telling you, that I want it, now. You. Your cock.”

I tensed. Resisting him was difficult, especially because I knew what I was passing up on. If this were any other quick screw, I would take the bait a thousand times over and wash my hands of it. Because I didn’t care.

But this was Noah.

My troubled little raven, with dark, inviting eyes. A master of seduction, even in his drunken stupor.

I didn’t want to take advantage of him. I couldn’t. Not after the secret he shared with me. It didn’t feel right.

Shit. When did he set a moral compass in me? All of a sudden, I was weighing right from wrong, deciding best courses of action and prioritizing others’ feelings before my own wants.

Screw him for making me this way.

He leaned in, catching my bottom lip in his teeth before pressing a little kiss to my mouth. “Come on,” he urged. “Let me suck your cock.”

My pants twitched. Drunk Noah was a fucking siren, and I, the sailor.

“No,” I repeated, trying to maneuver around him and off of the floor.

He locked his arms around my neck, keeping me stationary. His face nuzzled into my neck.

“Silas, please, I want—”

He stopped suddenly, face frozen. His hand shot to his mouth.

I didn’t have but a moment to react. “Aw, Noah, shit—”

And then he vomited. All over himself, me and my satin rug.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled again.

I groaned.

Chapter thirty-five

Walking on Razors

NOAH

My head pounded like a dull drum was cramped up inside my mind. With each new beat my jaw clenched, slowly bringing me out of the not-so-peaceful sleep.

I opened my eyes, noticing right away that the room was not familiar. The smell itself was different, musky with a hint of men’s cologne. The bed sheets beneath me were made of the same material I was used to, but the texture was one of fine silk. Too fancy to be a house from someone at that bar, I thought.

I tried to recall the night’s events when I noticed a very important detail of my position.

I was shirtless, with foreign, but comfortable boxers hugging my waist.

I blinked a few times, focusing. Silas sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. His brunette hair cascaded down past the nape of his neck. He was shirtless, the bareness of his back contrasting with the tail of his dragon tattoo, whose scales circled up and over his left side, running along his shoulder blades.

Crap. Of course I came to Silas.

Well, the question of where I was located was now answered, but there was still a “why” question to be dealt with.

“Did you sleep well?” Silas asked without turning.

He must have felt me moving. I glanced back at my half naked form, knowing that there could only be one reason as to why I was situated like this is his bed.

“Did we have sex?” I asked bluntly, countering his question with another. My legs shifted under the sheets, and I noticed my clothes were lying folded at my feet, looking fresh and clean.