Kallysten [Blurred Trilogy 02 Blurred Bloodlines (pdf)

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.Because of all of this, Marc had no doubt that Blake's mind would heal as his body did, slowly but surely.He would regain his voice and cutting tongue.What would he say, then? Would he reproach Marc for not coming to find him through the breach? Would he accuse Marc of taking advantage of his body like Simon had?Would he hate Marc for seeing him so weak? He had always tried so hard to hide his weaknesses.The day finally came when, upon inspecting Blake's hands, Marc proclaimed that they were fully healed.He breathed a double sigh of relief; he wouldn't have to remember what he had done every time he saw the splints, and at the same time the mental torture of touching Blake and making him come without being touched in return was about to end.The physical obstacle of broken fingers was gone, and Marc was determined that whatever mind block might exist would soon be nothing more than a memory.181Blurred Bloodlines [2nd in Blurred Trilogy]by Kallysten"We're starting two things today," he informed Blake as he removed the last splint."First, you probably need to relearn how to use your hands.It's not going to be fun, but I don't see a way around it.Can you try to move your fingers?"There was a now predictable delay between Marc's request and Blake's compliance; it sometimes seemed that Blake was testing his limits, taking more and more time to do what Marc asked, as though to see how long it would take for the punishment to fall.It was irritating, but Marc tried his best not to show it and waited as patiently as he could.After a few seconds, Blake's gaze, which had been set on Marc, dropped to his hands, and a line of concentration—or was it pain?—appeared on his forehead as he slowly wiggled his fingers.It was more than Marc had expected him to be able to do, but it was clear that there was room for improvement."We'll work on that," Marc said quietly, then cleared his throat."And we'll work on having you take care of your own needs.No more playing in the shower.You understand what I mean?"Blake's expressionless look revealed nothing, and the nod Marc hoped for never came.It didn't matter, though; he wasn't planning on giving Blake a choice on this particular issue.After a little more than a week, Marc didn't know anymore who, of him or Blake, was more frustrated.Blake was taking the reeducation of his hands very seriously, and spent hours upon hours squeezing the foam ball Marc had found for him.His cooperation, however, stopped there.182Blurred Bloodlines [2nd in Blurred Trilogy]by KallystenMarc wasn't sure what had triggered Blake's arousal this time.Sometimes it was feeding, sometimes it was an accidental or innocent touch, and sometimes it happened at night, although Blake's scent on those mornings, desire and fear mixed tightly, made it clear that his body was reacting to nightmares rather than dreams.Whatever the cause this time, it had been four days already that Blake's sweatpants had been tented by an erection, and Marc had long ago stopped trying to understand how Blake's body could perform this particular trick.He had also stopped wondering how uncomfortable and painful it was; he only needed to look at Blake's face to know."I'm not going to help," he once more told Blake on the fourth night."If you want to come, you'll have to do something about it yourself, because I'm done with that.I know you understand what I'm saying, Blake, so stop torturing yourself."And stop torturing me, he mentally added.Blake's scent was driving him mad.Leaving Blake where he sat on his sofa, Marc strode to the kitchen.The warmed but tasteless blood failed to quench his thirst for something else altogether.If anything, feeding accentuated his awareness of Blake's desire permeating the air.He had to get out of the house, he resolved.There were no demons to slay in this town, which was one reason why Marc had chosen it, but a simple walk might clear his thoughts.His decision made, he left the kitchen."I'm going out for."183Blurred Bloodlines [2nd in Blurred Trilogy]by KallystenHe lost his words at the sight when he entered the living room.Blake was kneeling on the floor, head bowed, hands flat on his thighs and legs slightly spread and displaying the purple, painful looking cock that strained against his stomach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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