Chapter 16Arlo’s mind screamed for him to slow things down. Before Nash had bitten him, it had been good, but things had started out good with Deon, too. It had never been as good as what Nash had done to him in the kitchen, but he remembered how fast things had gone from quite good to horrible and Deon didn’t have super speed or any extra strength.
Deon had f****d him twice. The first time had been awkward and painful, and the second had almost been worse because Arlo had said he didn’t want to, but Deon had pestered him until he’d allowed it. That time Arlo hadn’t grown hard at all, but Deon hadn’t cared.
“Stop it.” Nash’s whisper was hot against his moist lips.
“What?” The hoarseness of his voice surprised him. Why was Nash telling him to stop? He wasn’t doing anything.
“You’re disa
