Jonas’s plump lips against his, and his dick twitched in interest at the depictions his mind produced. There was definitely something there—something between him and Jonas that he couldn’t explain. It was like the feeling of a feeling. It didn’t run deep but slowly trickled along the edges of his subconscious.
“Fuck!” Nicholas screamed, grabbed his head in both hands, and struggled to stay upright in the water. His head exploded with a pain so intense it robbed him of breath and made his legs tremble.
“Nicky?” Jonas’s arm came around him to lend support and keep him upright. “Nicky, what’s wrong?”
His eyes watered, his nose burned, and the pressure built inside his head.
“Shit! Oh, shit, shit! Raven! Torren!”
“Help me,” Nicholas rasped. Feeling something warm and wet rolling down the side of his neck, he moved one hand away from his temple to wipe at it as Jonas dragged him toward the shore.
“What the hell happened?” Raven demanded, crashing through the trees and stopping just at the edge of the embankment. “Why the hell is he bleeding from his ears?”
Nicholas lifted his hand away from his neck and stared at the blood smeared over his palm and fingertips. “What’s happening to me?” More sickening pain exploded behind his eyes and the world went momentarily blank, causing him to stumble just as they stepped out of the pond.
“He remembered something,” Torren said casually from beside Raven. “The spell is trying to prevent it.”
“Well, what the fuck do we do?” Jonas snarled at him.
“I thought that was the point,” Torren countered. “Isn’t that why you brought him? Don’t you want him to remember?”
“I want him to remember, but not if it’s going to kill him. His death is exactly what I’m trying to prevent!” Nicholas didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, and just then, he didn’t give a flying fuck. He just wanted everyone to shut up. “I’m gonna puke.”
“Okay, you’re going to be okay. Up you go.” Jonas gave him a boost up the slight hill while Raven and Torren grabbed his hands and pulled him up. “Torren, fucking do something.”
“And what would you have me do?”
“Are you a fucking witch or not?”
“Would you two shut the hell up?” Nicholas hadn’t been joking. The pain was so bad he really was going to hurl. “At least I don’t have shoes on.”
Raven’s eyebrows drew together, and he glanced down at Nicholas’s bare feet. “Dude, that ain’t all you don’t have on. Where are your clothes? I don’t want you rubbing your cock and balls all over my leather seats.”
Nicholas’s laugh quickly turned into a groan of misery. “Don’t make me laugh.” He let the two men lead him toward the SUV as he breathed deeply and tried not to lose his dinner all over Raven’s shiny, black boots. “Are my ears still bleeding?” Soft cotton draped over his shoulders, and Nicholas turned his head just far enough to see Jonas out of the corner of his eye. The vampire was rather handsome, even with his hair all wet and mussed.
As soon as the thought crossed through his mind, another jolt of lightning sizzled in his head.
“Torren, please!” Jonas hurried forward, nudged Raven out of the way, and wrapped his arm around Nicholas’s waist. “Hold on, baby. We’re going to fix you right up.”
“Damn, it hurts. Just make it stop.”
“I know, Nicky. I know. I’m going to make it stop.” He looked around Nicholas to Torren and bared his fangs. “Do. Something !”
“Fucking vampires,” Torren mumbled under his breath. “I’m not some goddamn carnival attraction.”
“I never said you were. You’re the only one who can help him, though. Please, Torren.”
The witch dropped his head and sighed. “ Somno iam.” It was the last thing Nicholas heard before his world went black, and he slumped unconsciously into Jonas’s arms.
Chapter Four
“This was a bad idea.” Jonas sat in the backseat
“Fuck!” Nicholas screamed, grabbed his head in both hands, and struggled to stay upright in the water. His head exploded with a pain so intense it robbed him of breath and made his legs tremble.
“Nicky?” Jonas’s arm came around him to lend support and keep him upright. “Nicky, what’s wrong?”
His eyes watered, his nose burned, and the pressure built inside his head.
“Shit! Oh, shit, shit! Raven! Torren!”
“Help me,” Nicholas rasped. Feeling something warm and wet rolling down the side of his neck, he moved one hand away from his temple to wipe at it as Jonas dragged him toward the shore.
“What the hell happened?” Raven demanded, crashing through the trees and stopping just at the edge of the embankment. “Why the hell is he bleeding from his ears?”
Nicholas lifted his hand away from his neck and stared at the blood smeared over his palm and fingertips. “What’s happening to me?” More sickening pain exploded behind his eyes and the world went momentarily blank, causing him to stumble just as they stepped out of the pond.
“He remembered something,” Torren said casually from beside Raven. “The spell is trying to prevent it.”
“Well, what the fuck do we do?” Jonas snarled at him.
“I thought that was the point,” Torren countered. “Isn’t that why you brought him? Don’t you want him to remember?”
“I want him to remember, but not if it’s going to kill him. His death is exactly what I’m trying to prevent!” Nicholas didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, and just then, he didn’t give a flying fuck. He just wanted everyone to shut up. “I’m gonna puke.”
“Okay, you’re going to be okay. Up you go.” Jonas gave him a boost up the slight hill while Raven and Torren grabbed his hands and pulled him up. “Torren, fucking do something.”
“And what would you have me do?”
“Are you a fucking witch or not?”
“Would you two shut the hell up?” Nicholas hadn’t been joking. The pain was so bad he really was going to hurl. “At least I don’t have shoes on.”
Raven’s eyebrows drew together, and he glanced down at Nicholas’s bare feet. “Dude, that ain’t all you don’t have on. Where are your clothes? I don’t want you rubbing your cock and balls all over my leather seats.”
Nicholas’s laugh quickly turned into a groan of misery. “Don’t make me laugh.” He let the two men lead him toward the SUV as he breathed deeply and tried not to lose his dinner all over Raven’s shiny, black boots. “Are my ears still bleeding?” Soft cotton draped over his shoulders, and Nicholas turned his head just far enough to see Jonas out of the corner of his eye. The vampire was rather handsome, even with his hair all wet and mussed.
As soon as the thought crossed through his mind, another jolt of lightning sizzled in his head.
“Torren, please!” Jonas hurried forward, nudged Raven out of the way, and wrapped his arm around Nicholas’s waist. “Hold on, baby. We’re going to fix you right up.”
“Damn, it hurts. Just make it stop.”
“I know, Nicky. I know. I’m going to make it stop.” He looked around Nicholas to Torren and bared his fangs. “Do. Something !”
“Fucking vampires,” Torren mumbled under his breath. “I’m not some goddamn carnival attraction.”
“I never said you were. You’re the only one who can help him, though. Please, Torren.”
The witch dropped his head and sighed. “ Somno iam.” It was the last thing Nicholas heard before his world went black, and he slumped unconsciously into Jonas’s arms.
Chapter Four
“This was a bad idea.” Jonas sat in the backseat
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