The sensation shot through him, racing down his spine and making his whole body jolt.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
“You were feeling the moon just now, weren’t you?” Alexander said calmly, like this was nothing, like he wasn’t still tracing his fingers slowly along Boaz’s arm.
Boaz yanked his arm away as if he’d been burned.
“Are you crazy?” he snapped furious. “Do you just do whatever you want? You don’t care how people feel? What your actions do to them?”
Alexander looked at him calmly. He said nothing. He simply dropped his hand and leaned back, like the whole thing hadn’t meant anything.
That only made it worse.
“You should fucking leave,” Boaz said, pushing himself to his feet, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.
“You’ve said that before,” Alexander replied lazily. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record.”
“That’s because you don’t listen!” Boaz shot back. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
“You can say it as many times as you want,” Alexander said with a sigh as he stretched out on the grass, folding his arms behind his head. “It won’t change anything. I’m not leaving until I get what I want.”
Boaz’s jaw clenched. “Lyla?”
Alexander turned his head, his gaze locking onto him. Boaz couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away. Goosebumps prickled along his skin.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again when nothing came out.
Frustrated, he growled under his breath and turned away, storming off toward his cabin.
He wasn’t the type to back down from a fight. He faced things head-on. Always had.
But with Alexander… he folded every time.
Since he showed up, Boaz hadn’t known a moment of peace. He scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to calm himself as he reached the cabin.
Inside, he moved through the motions of getting ready for bed, trying his best not to think about Alexander. When he was done, he lay down, but sleep didn’t come.
He tossed and turned, the sheets twisting around him as his mind refused to settle. He kept thinking about the feel of Alexander’s fingers against his skin.
Why had it felt like that?
Boaz lifted his arm, staring at it in the dim light. His muscles flexed as the phantom sensation still lingered beneath his skin.
He dropped his arm with a frustrated exhale, rolling onto his side.
It didn’t make any sense. None of it did. Boaz stared into space trying to figure it out.
Eventually, exhaustion dragged him under.
And like the nights before, the dream came immediately.
Fangs. Red eyes. And pleasure deeper than anything he’d ever felt.
Boaz woke up to his hand choking his cock as cum spurt out to hit his chest.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck,” he moaned fucking into his hand, Alexander’s scent everywhere around him.
Chapter 11