Inside the small, dimly lit bedroom, Shao leaned against the closed door, his chest rising and falling in fast, uneven breaths. His hand swiped across his face, wiping away the sweat and tears that clung to his skin. His heart wouldn't stop pounding. Not from fear anymore—something worse. Something hungry.
For a moment… just for a moment, he had wanted to take Jai up on that offer.
He had wanted to devour him. To pull him close, tear off the last bit of distance between them, and let his instincts take over.
He glanced down, biting his lip in frustration. His member stood stiff, betraying his inner battle. "Shit," he whispered, turning his face away. He hated how his body reacted before his brain had a chance to catch up.
Sighing hard, he scanned the room. A worn desk. A rusted bedframe with no sheets. A cracked mirror.
