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fired, and Carlos staggered back.
“No!” Chris screamed, but to his complete amazement, Carlos did not fall, instead he lunged again, lifted the terrified gunman over his head and flung him deep into the darkness of the alley.
“Holy Christ! What are you?” The man who had confronted them first stared at Carlos, sheer terror in his eyes.
Chris looked up at Carlos and gasped. His lover’s face was contorted into a mask of savagery, his lips pulled back, exposing his teeth. Teeth that were very white—and very long and sharp .
“ Carlos …”
His face once more composed, Carlos gazed down at Chris’ stricken expression and reached for him, but Chris shrank back against the wall.
“Get them, now!”
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Through the turmoil in his mind, Chris was only vaguely aware of the chaos around him. Shouts and screams filled the air. He heard the sound of a shot. He was flung backwards from the impact of something slamming into him then a sharp burning pain filled his body. He felt strong arms enfold him, the sensation of his feet leaving the ground then nothing.
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Chapter Six
Carlos gently pushed back the hair from Chris’ sweat-covered forehead and bent to kiss his lips. Beside him, Marcus put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“You must act now, Carlos, if you are to save him.”
“I do not intend to change him, Marcus. I simply want to save his life.”
“Then do it, quickly,” Marcus urged him. “You have removed the bullet. Now give him the blood that will heal his wound.”
Carlos grimaced as he remembered those last few moments in the alley. How foolish he had been to expose himself to the men who’d threatened Chris. Because of his arrogance, and his need to terrify the men into submission, Chris had been shot and very seriously wounded. He would not die, but the bullet had severed several nerves in his shoulder. No doubt his right arm would be paralysed if Carlos did not do what Marcus advised.
He took the knife Marcus held out to him and cut deeply into his left wrist. He held the dripping wound over Chris’ damaged shoulder, letting his blood flow over the torn flesh, nerves and tendons. Marcus gave a long sigh of satisfaction as the wound began to mend, and the skin closed over the once gaping hole. Once he was satisfied that not even a scar would remain, he held his wrist to Chris’ lips.
“Drink,” he murmured. “Drink, my love, and be made whole again.” He smiled as Chris’ tongue licked tentatively at the blood then as the spicy sweetness covered his taste buds, he began to gulp at the life-giving liquid.
“Is that a good idea?” Roger, who had been watching quietly by Marcus’ side, asked.
“It will speed the healing,” Marcus replied. “Carlos doesn’t want Christopher to have any knowledge of what took place.”
“But he’s going to remember the guys attacking them, isn’t he?”
“Yes, but not that Carlos flew him here after dealing with the cowards.”
Roger nodded, satisfied with Marcus’ explanation.
Carlos eased his wrist from Chris’ lips then kissed him tenderly. He looked up at Roger.
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judgement put his life in jeopardy. He wanted to call a cab to pick us up at the club. He had seen one of the thugs at the bar earlier and had guessed the man was out for revenge. But I wanted to show him I could protect him. My hubris brought him this pain.”
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up, Carlos,” Roger said, rubbing the other man’s shoulder.
“Chris is gonna be all right, and all he’ll remember is that you saved him from those morons—again.”
“Yes, but if I hadn’t interfered with his plan to call a taxi, none of this would have been necessary. That bullet could have entered his heart…” Carlos shuddered at the thought.
“Perhaps it would be better if I
“No!” Chris screamed, but to his complete amazement, Carlos did not fall, instead he lunged again, lifted the terrified gunman over his head and flung him deep into the darkness of the alley.
“Holy Christ! What are you?” The man who had confronted them first stared at Carlos, sheer terror in his eyes.
Chris looked up at Carlos and gasped. His lover’s face was contorted into a mask of savagery, his lips pulled back, exposing his teeth. Teeth that were very white—and very long and sharp .
“ Carlos …”
His face once more composed, Carlos gazed down at Chris’ stricken expression and reached for him, but Chris shrank back against the wall.
“Get them, now!”
BOUND IN BLOOD
J. P. Bowie
47
Through the turmoil in his mind, Chris was only vaguely aware of the chaos around him. Shouts and screams filled the air. He heard the sound of a shot. He was flung backwards from the impact of something slamming into him then a sharp burning pain filled his body. He felt strong arms enfold him, the sensation of his feet leaving the ground then nothing.
BOUND IN BLOOD
J. P. Bowie
48
Chapter Six
Carlos gently pushed back the hair from Chris’ sweat-covered forehead and bent to kiss his lips. Beside him, Marcus put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“You must act now, Carlos, if you are to save him.”
“I do not intend to change him, Marcus. I simply want to save his life.”
“Then do it, quickly,” Marcus urged him. “You have removed the bullet. Now give him the blood that will heal his wound.”
Carlos grimaced as he remembered those last few moments in the alley. How foolish he had been to expose himself to the men who’d threatened Chris. Because of his arrogance, and his need to terrify the men into submission, Chris had been shot and very seriously wounded. He would not die, but the bullet had severed several nerves in his shoulder. No doubt his right arm would be paralysed if Carlos did not do what Marcus advised.
He took the knife Marcus held out to him and cut deeply into his left wrist. He held the dripping wound over Chris’ damaged shoulder, letting his blood flow over the torn flesh, nerves and tendons. Marcus gave a long sigh of satisfaction as the wound began to mend, and the skin closed over the once gaping hole. Once he was satisfied that not even a scar would remain, he held his wrist to Chris’ lips.
“Drink,” he murmured. “Drink, my love, and be made whole again.” He smiled as Chris’ tongue licked tentatively at the blood then as the spicy sweetness covered his taste buds, he began to gulp at the life-giving liquid.
“Is that a good idea?” Roger, who had been watching quietly by Marcus’ side, asked.
“It will speed the healing,” Marcus replied. “Carlos doesn’t want Christopher to have any knowledge of what took place.”
“But he’s going to remember the guys attacking them, isn’t he?”
“Yes, but not that Carlos flew him here after dealing with the cowards.”
Roger nodded, satisfied with Marcus’ explanation.
Carlos eased his wrist from Chris’ lips then kissed him tenderly. He looked up at Roger.
“Nor that he saw me as I really am.” He shook his head with frustration. “My poor BOUND IN BLOOD
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judgement put his life in jeopardy. He wanted to call a cab to pick us up at the club. He had seen one of the thugs at the bar earlier and had guessed the man was out for revenge. But I wanted to show him I could protect him. My hubris brought him this pain.”
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up, Carlos,” Roger said, rubbing the other man’s shoulder.
“Chris is gonna be all right, and all he’ll remember is that you saved him from those morons—again.”
“Yes, but if I hadn’t interfered with his plan to call a taxi, none of this would have been necessary. That bullet could have entered his heart…” Carlos shuddered at the thought.
“Perhaps it would be better if I
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