power flickered a little. I had to
relax before I started stitching you." He lifted his hand just
then, and Ethan got a good look at that glowing, white-blue energy
sparking from his fingertips. It looked like tiny bolts of
electricity that waved in random patterns, like in one of those
round lightning lamps.
That was the same stuff Jamie had launched
at Allison and the two paranormals with her, scaring them away even
though they'd had Ethan's weapons. "I'm better at controlling it
than I used to be. It takes a lot to scare me into having a
reaction like that nowadays."
Ethan tried not to read too deeply into
that, but it was impossible. With what Jamie had just said about
draining the power in the motel, Ethan could take that to mean that
the man really did care about him. A lot.
"What had you so scared that you had such a
bad reaction in the city? Was there another hunter after you?"
Jamie lowered his hand and shook his head.
"No, I couldn't get a hold of a friend. That's all I'm going to say
about that, but I really wouldn't hurt you. I've touched you enough
for you to know that."
"I know," Ethan replied. He thought of the
times Jamie had touched him, and how he’d looked forward to more of
those touches. The light roughness of his hands always brought a
shiver to his spine when they came into contact with the sensitive
flesh of his cock.
Jamie had also touched Ethan with his tongue
many times, always warm and wet, sliding over Ethan’s abs. Jamie’s
hands against Ethan’s thighs, fingertips barely touching Ethan’s
skin as they traveled to his cock. Each fingertip a separate
sensation of its own, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in their wake
before his hands would cup Ethan’s balls, stroking him to insane
pleasurable heights.
Just thinking about it was
enough to make Ethan’s prick stir. Jamie was very good at putting a
smile on Ethan’s face with his touch. Fuck if he wasn’t missing
that, aching for
it, right about now.
"I still had to go after you. When I
realized what you were doing—"
"I know what I was doing. It was an
accident, all right?" Jamie snapped. "I didn't mean to drain power
like that, but you don't have to put people in shackles and then
send them off to labs to be studied."
Jamie was getting angry now. There wasn't
electricity sparking from his skin or anything, but his eyes were
hard and his nostrils flared. Ethan knew the reason why.
"I'm sorry it was such a shock that I'm a
hunter."
It must’ve seemed like such a betrayal.
Ethan could just imagine how Jamie had felt. Ethan had been pretty
stunned himself when he'd found out Jamie's little secret.
Jamie snorted. "Yeah, well, it was more of a
shock that you would try and chase me down. I thought you...I don't
know. I thought you liked me better than that."
Sucker punch me in the gut
and rip my heart out. Jamie was proving to
be good at that.
Ethan had liked him. So much. And then it
turned out that Jamie was the type of man who wouldn't even leave
someone behind to be tortured and maybe even killed by other angry
paranormals. Jamie was also really good at making Ethan feel like
an asshole. "I have to bring in anyone I recognize as paranormal,
but I try not to do it all the time. I only go after the ones with
outstanding warrants," he said, and Jamie stared at him as if he'd
been slapped. Ethan had to be quick about this. "It wasn't that I
wanted to bring you in, but with what happened in the city, I
thought I had to."
"Bullshit," Jamie said.
The quick dismissal was irritating, but it
was deserved, so he pressed on. "I'm being serious. When I got the
call that there was a disturbance in the area, I volunteered to be
the first on the scene. I didn't know it was you, but even if it
hadn't been, I know how rough some of the others could be, and I
didn't want that for whoever it was. I didn't want it to be you. I
didn't want to hurt you or chase after you like that."
"Yeah, and instead you ended up shooting me
with a tranq
relax before I started stitching you." He lifted his hand just
then, and Ethan got a good look at that glowing, white-blue energy
sparking from his fingertips. It looked like tiny bolts of
electricity that waved in random patterns, like in one of those
round lightning lamps.
That was the same stuff Jamie had launched
at Allison and the two paranormals with her, scaring them away even
though they'd had Ethan's weapons. "I'm better at controlling it
than I used to be. It takes a lot to scare me into having a
reaction like that nowadays."
Ethan tried not to read too deeply into
that, but it was impossible. With what Jamie had just said about
draining the power in the motel, Ethan could take that to mean that
the man really did care about him. A lot.
"What had you so scared that you had such a
bad reaction in the city? Was there another hunter after you?"
Jamie lowered his hand and shook his head.
"No, I couldn't get a hold of a friend. That's all I'm going to say
about that, but I really wouldn't hurt you. I've touched you enough
for you to know that."
"I know," Ethan replied. He thought of the
times Jamie had touched him, and how he’d looked forward to more of
those touches. The light roughness of his hands always brought a
shiver to his spine when they came into contact with the sensitive
flesh of his cock.
Jamie had also touched Ethan with his tongue
many times, always warm and wet, sliding over Ethan’s abs. Jamie’s
hands against Ethan’s thighs, fingertips barely touching Ethan’s
skin as they traveled to his cock. Each fingertip a separate
sensation of its own, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in their wake
before his hands would cup Ethan’s balls, stroking him to insane
pleasurable heights.
Just thinking about it was
enough to make Ethan’s prick stir. Jamie was very good at putting a
smile on Ethan’s face with his touch. Fuck if he wasn’t missing
that, aching for
it, right about now.
"I still had to go after you. When I
realized what you were doing—"
"I know what I was doing. It was an
accident, all right?" Jamie snapped. "I didn't mean to drain power
like that, but you don't have to put people in shackles and then
send them off to labs to be studied."
Jamie was getting angry now. There wasn't
electricity sparking from his skin or anything, but his eyes were
hard and his nostrils flared. Ethan knew the reason why.
"I'm sorry it was such a shock that I'm a
hunter."
It must’ve seemed like such a betrayal.
Ethan could just imagine how Jamie had felt. Ethan had been pretty
stunned himself when he'd found out Jamie's little secret.
Jamie snorted. "Yeah, well, it was more of a
shock that you would try and chase me down. I thought you...I don't
know. I thought you liked me better than that."
Sucker punch me in the gut
and rip my heart out. Jamie was proving to
be good at that.
Ethan had liked him. So much. And then it
turned out that Jamie was the type of man who wouldn't even leave
someone behind to be tortured and maybe even killed by other angry
paranormals. Jamie was also really good at making Ethan feel like
an asshole. "I have to bring in anyone I recognize as paranormal,
but I try not to do it all the time. I only go after the ones with
outstanding warrants," he said, and Jamie stared at him as if he'd
been slapped. Ethan had to be quick about this. "It wasn't that I
wanted to bring you in, but with what happened in the city, I
thought I had to."
"Bullshit," Jamie said.
The quick dismissal was irritating, but it
was deserved, so he pressed on. "I'm being serious. When I got the
call that there was a disturbance in the area, I volunteered to be
the first on the scene. I didn't know it was you, but even if it
hadn't been, I know how rough some of the others could be, and I
didn't want that for whoever it was. I didn't want it to be you. I
didn't want to hurt you or chase after you like that."
"Yeah, and instead you ended up shooting me
with a tranq
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