Torem(Zeus’s Pack 4)(37)

“No biggie, why don’t you two go for a run while I unpack.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, I’ll be waiting for you guys when you get back.” Dino chuckled and wiggled his brows.

“Oh, I like that plan. Hot, sweaty men and sex, yummy.” Sidney gasped when Dino pressed him into the side of the truck, kissing him like nobody’s business.

“Come on, fellas. Dino has unpacking to do and we have a run to take,” Torem said as he got into the truck.

“Hells bells,” Sidney grumbled as he climbed in, Dino smacking his ass as he made his way to the middle of the bench seat. “Can’t we have sex first?”

“No,” Dino and Torem said at the same time.

“We won’t get anything done.” Dino looped his arm around Sidney and pulled him close. “Besides, think of the anticipation.”

“I anticipate my bingo card when the numbers are called, not sex.” Sidney pouted.

“I think we have a spoiled baby on our hands.” Torem chuckled. “Maybe we should make him watch with no participation.”

“Maybe you two will be attacked by a jaguar if you try it,” Sidney countered.

“Calm down, hellcat. You’ll get some cock, after you run.” Torem grabbed Sidney’s hand and twined their fingers together.

Darn it, they were proving to be more complicated than Sidney thought.



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Chey pulled his clothes from the drawer, laying them on the bed for his shower when he heard a soft knock on his door. He laid his shirt down and crossed the room, hoping it wasn’t someone else warning him to stay away from Eagle.

He got the picture. They didn’t need to keep telling him. Chey would never force his healing powers on someone, and they had to be willing. Didn’t they get that part?

There was one more reason Chey wouldn’t go near Eagle, the most significant reason of all.

Eagle was his mate.

To touch the wolf, be claimed by him, would send Eagle into the healing that—if everyone’s warning was anything to go by—would tear them both apart mentally.

Chey omitted the part when he told of his gift. In order for him to heal, he had to take in the pain, relive the tormenting memories with the person he was healing, and it drained him physically.

The memories, however brief, he had witnessed with Torem, told him that this pack needed Chey more than they realized.

He only prayed he survived it.

“I wasn’t expecting you.”

“May I enter?”

“Sure, what can I do for you?” Chey had wondered if he would get a visit from one of these men. The Alpha had told him what all three men had gone through at the hands of human smugglers. Well, as much as he knew. No one had a clue about the depth at which they had suffered.

“I don’t want the hurt.” The young man struggled to communicate his thoughts.

“Are you sure? It’s very painful. You will relive every moment.” He wanted it to be perfectly clear what the man was getting himself into.

“I am.” He nodded.

“Then come lie on the bed, make yourself comfortable.” Chey crawled onto the bed and held his arms out. The man settled down and laid his head on Chey’s lap.

“Let it begin.” Chey ran his hands up and down Kamiko’s back, and then massaged his temples as the heart-piercing wailing filled the bedroom.

Chey jumped out of his skin when eyes, blazing with fire, appeared from his darkened corner, and then a body emerged. Rage filled the man’s face as he pulled Kamiko into his arms.

“No, if you take him now, he will suffer greatly.” Chey held his arms out. “He is willingly cleansing himself of his pain. Please, let me help him.”

The man glared at Chey. “If you harm him, I will kill you.”

“I won’t harm him. Stay, you can help him, too.”

Kamiko cried out and pulled at his clothes, the torment on his face was killing Chey. “Please,” he begged.

The man reluctantly lowered Kamiko back onto Chey’s lap and knelt at the bedside. “I am Takeo.”

“I am Chey.” Chey began to massage Kamiko’s temples again. The young man calmed somewhat.

Kamiko cried out once more and ripped his shirt from his body, his fingers clawing at his skin. Takeo reached out and held Kamiko’s hands as a tear slid down the large man’s cheek.



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Torem and Sidney brought the last of the boxes into his bedroom and sat them by the dresser. “You don’t have much,” Torem commented.

“I don’t need much, just my clothes and a few personal items.”

Torem pulled his shoes off and then his socks. The less he had to take off outside, the better. Sidney did the same but didn’t stop at his socks.