Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 70: Jerking off

Kain Locke

I searched around the room in a daze, my mind completely blank. I couldn’t even remember what I was looking for. My heart was pounding too loudly, my head buzzing with the feel of his lips still lingering on everywhere they touched.

I had already searched almost everywhere while looking earlier. I knew that. But I kept looking anyway, fumbling through the same spots as if something new would magically appear but there was nothing.

Having no choice,

I turned toward him, about to ask where the aids and bandages were, but the moment my eyes landed on him, my heart slammed against my ribs, beating so hard it made my breath come short.

Nope this is totally a bad idea, so, not looking at him. Not right now.

That left only one place I hadn’t checked.

I walked to the wardrobe, glancing up at the top. But it was just too tall that I had to jump. And of course, a first aid box was just up there, but it was pushed inside. Just my luck to be searching aimlessly since.

But now there is a teeny little problem. How will I be able to reach it when it was that far out of reach?

Now, this is one of the moments I hated the fact that I’m 178cm tall.

But maybe a jump should do it right? I debated with myself and eventually come to the conclusion to jump,

However, as I bent my knees slightly, ready to jump, already knowing this was going to be a struggle. But before I could, a tall figure moved behind me, and I stiffened.

"Let me grab it for you," he said, his voice smooth, calm.

Kael stepped close, too close, that his presence was pressing against me like a second skin. Then, without a word, he stretched his arm out, reaching up effortlessly. He didn’t even have to jump.

I swallowed hard, my body locking up as I watched him still, even as he moved so slowly. Painfully slow. Like he was doing it on purpose, dragging out every second, making me hyper-aware of how his body radiates warmth, how he smelled... How I could feel even that hard object pressing against my back.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Get a grip.

When he finally placed the first-aid box on the bed, I exhaled shakily, realizing I had been holding my breath.

I barely glanced at him as I grabbed the box, my fingers curling tightly around the edges.

"Thanks," I muttered, turning away quickly.

My hands were steady. My face was blank. My breathing?

Not so much.

I needed to get myself together. Because the way my body was reacting right now? The heat pooling in my stomach, the way my skin tingled where his presence had brushed against mine...

I swallowed hard and gently pushed him to sit on the bed.

I didn’t need to tell him to take off his shirt. I had already yanked it off while searching for his hidden injuries.

Opening the first-aid box, I scanned its contents. It was an advanced kit, packed with all sorts of supplies. My eyes landed on a familiar pale blue liquid, methylated spirit. Beside it were cotton wool, bandages, plasters, scissors, and a few other essentials I recognized.

Without wasting time, I hurried to his bathroom to fetch some water and a towel. When I returned, I climbed on the bed and knelt behind him and started cleaning the blood from his wounds as gently as I could.

After that, I doused some wool with spirit and started applying it on his back to get rid of possible infection and to stop the bleeding.

He didn’t make a sound at first. But when I pressed the soaked wool against his skin, he tensed slightly, his muscles twitching under my touch.

The sharp scent of spirit filled the room as I continued dabbing at the wounds, making sure to clean them thoroughly. Some were deep, others just scraped, but all of them must have a story, one I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear even though I’m so darn curious. But I was afraid of what his answer was going to be.

It’s easy for me to think of him as that villain, that way I won’t pity him, that way I won’t have any worthy reasons to admit whatever this is between us.

Not even with the fact of him openly admitting all those things to my face. Sincerely, I hadn’t expected him to confess to that, I had thought he was going to say he hates me. But at the same time why did I feel as if life had been sucked out of me earlier when I heard him say he didn’t like me?

A loud hiss snapped me out of my thoughts.

My my, I pressed too hard,

"Sorry, it’s only this last step." I muttered, now wrapping the bandage around his torso.

His lips twitched, but he didn’t answer.

I sighed, finishing up quickly before cleaning the materials and putting everything back where I found them.

Once done, I straightened and let out a breath. "There. That should do for now."

I expected him to say something, maybe a quiet thanks, maybe a joke to lighten the mood. But he just sat there, watching me.

And for some reason, that look in his eyes unsettled me more than anything else. Right, I shouldn’t have any reasons to stall here any longer, because that would give chance to uncontrollable things.

So I snapped the box shut and straightened, forcing my voice to stay neutral. "You should get some rest."

I expected him to just nod, maybe look away, but he didn’t. He tilted his head slightly, still watching me, his expression unreadable, making me feel like I was standing in the middle of a battlefield without armor. Like he could see through me, past every wall I had built.

"You’re leaving?" He finally talked, but there was something in it, something I couldn’t quite place.

I swallowed. "Yeah." I answered simply, setting the box down beside his wardrobe, I believe he should be able to get it up tomorrow.

"So... you’re just gonna leave me like this?" He huffed, his voice carrying that lazy, smug drawl as his gaze dropped downward, and for some damn reason, my eyes followed, only to land on the unmistakable visible bulge in his pants. "At least be kind enough to take responsibility," he added

"What?" My breath hitched, my eyes widening in sheer disbelief. He can’t really be thinking about that right?

He let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head as if I was the unreasonable one here. "You tied me up in some white wool, poked me with those stinging things, and I said nothing. Now I’m too beat to even lift a hand." His lips curled into something wicked. "Don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me hanging like this? Mochi?"

That nickname again.

Heat crawled up my neck, spreading to my ears. My throat bobbed as I swallowed, yet again, for what felt like the hundredth time today. "You want me to help you with that?" My voice came out hesitant, uncertain.

Kael tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "Can you not?" His voice dipped, teasing. "Why act as if I have a gun drawn at you? You just have to use those pretty hands of yours... or that mouth. Simple."

I swore my brain short-circuited for a moment.

What the hell had gotten into him today? Sure, he was always shameless, but this... this was a whole new level.

He must’ve caught the conflicted look on my face because he leaned in just a little, eyes half-lidded with lazy confidence. His next words were slow, deliberate.

"Like I said earlier, I want to do good, sinful, things to you. And since I’ve admitted to all that, there’s no point holding back right? But then again, you said you hate me. So pinning you here and fucking you senseless will make me nothing but a beast." He stop talking and planted his hand on the bed, leaning his weight on it, before continuing,

"Of course I’m sure you wouldn’t want it to come to that, so help me with this, it’s not like we haven’t done things more than this before. But if you still want to go. Over there." he motioned to the door. "You’re free to use it."

I stared at him, my heart slamming against my ribs.

Was I really considering this? Oh fuck yes!

It wasn’t like I didn’t know how things worked, I wasn’t that naive. After all, this man had even been my first of everything, kiss, sex, although I have no idea how it all went that night in Calstone, and it was just that one time, but maybe, just maybe, a small part of me was curious. About him. About this. About the way he looked at me like he knew exactly what he was doing to my body even when we weren’t touching.

Besides, it wasn’t like I’d be giving him everything, it’s just jerking him off, so

After a moment of tense silence, I exhaled slowly, "...Fine." the words slipped out of my mouth.

Kael blinked, his smirk flickering into something amused as he swiped his tongue over his lower lip, "Good boy."

My face burned, but I pushed past it, taking a small hesitant step back to the bed, but as I did, a thought wormed its way into my mind, forcing me to pause. I glanced up at him, my voice quieter, uncertain.

"...This is all, right?" I mean... We won’t be going all the way right?

"Relax, I won’t fuck you unless you beg for it. Now stop talking already and come here."