Chapter 30: Helping Out
Sloan
I remained in the same position in the room, having no idea of what I was actually gonna do next. I wasn’t going to fuck him, that was completely out of the question. I ignored the way my beast instantly got displeased at that, he was such a goner over Lilac and wished we could fuck lilac tonight so he could finally get a taste of the boy. But, we weren’t doing any of that tonight.
Tonight is only to help lilac get relief so he’d stop feeling pain and won’t end up hurting himself. That was it.
As I approached the bed, I had to admit to myself that I cared about this boy. Probably more than was logical. I don’t know a freaking thing about him aside from the fact that my beast didn’t tear him into pieces that night he was thrown into my cage, and then his name. That was all that I knew about him. Yet, this pressing urge to protect him, to make him feel better and to stop him from feeling hurt, was so thick and intense within me that it made my chest pound harder as I climbed into the bed.
The boy was still writhing around. His eyes were still closed, but it was like he could sense that I was close without seeing me, because he instantly gravitated into my direction, arching off the bed and tugging at his clothes.
"Hurts." He whimpered as he trembled and something squeezed at the middle of my chest, filling me up with the urge to help him, to make everything better for him.
Gods, I was so fucked.
When I reached for him this time, he let out a small sound while pushing into my touch like it brought him a little relief. I massaged his cheek and brushed his soft hair out of his face, feeling winded all over a sudden as I took in the sheer beauty of his face.
He was so fucking pretty.
He let out another whimper, which reminded me of the task at hand: to bring him relief.