this time, Micah couldn’t hold the puke down. Convulsing, he threw up noisily, a small amount of clear liquid splattering onto the floor in front of him. His empty stomach constricted, and Micah dry-heaved. Flickers of light danced behind his eyelids. He was going to pass out.
No. Please no. Stay awake, Micah. Stay awake. Travis. Think of Travis.
“Fuck, you’re disgusting. Going to have to fuck you in the ass after all.”
A crash sounded in the room, and Micah’s eyes flew open. From his kneeling position, his muscles frozen in pain, he could only see blurry feet, Travis’s feet, the zip ties flapping around his ankles. Micah fell to the side and curled into a ball. It felt as if he was being stabbed into his hole with a knife, yet he knew it was only the agony of emptiness. It’s only in my mind. The pain is only in my mind.
He struggled to watch, the world swaying around him. Peter lay on the ground, and Travis was tying a black electric cable around his wrists.
“Gonna kill you, you fucker…gonna…” Peter snarled and spat, but Travis shoved Micah’s discarded T-shirt into his mouth, stuffing the fabric in with ruthless force. Using Peter’s tie, he secured the gag around Peter’s head. He ripped the lamp cable out of the socket and wrapped it around Peter’s ankles. He snatched the gun off the floor, opened it, and spilled the bullets on the ground. Then he threw it through the open living room window.
Micah saw all this happening, but he couldn’t process it. Still terrified, he whimpered, the hard floor gliding under his skin as he rocked, trying to hold his boiling body together.
The light spots appeared again, his vision going black around the edges, and he shrieked when another stab of pain seemed to slice him in half.
But Travis was already at his side. Micah was suddenly airborne, warmth surrounded him, and the touch of Travis’s hands on his skin was enough to clear his mind.
“Let’s get you out of here.”
Micah wrapped his arms around Travis’s neck and pressed his open mouth to the sweat-slicked skin on the side of Travis’s throat. They barely made it a few steps before another cramp made Micah convulse in Travis’s arms. He tried to hold it in but cried out anyway, and Travis swore. In a whirl of a movement, he pressed Micah with his back against a hard surface, his legs and body bundled up as if he weighed less than a cloth marionette, and in a second, the pain was gone, replaced by bone-deep relief. Groaning with the delicious fullness, he came only a few thrusts later, and his whole being flooded with calm. With Travis, he was safe.
He opened his eyes and looked over Travis’s shoulder. They were in the hall by the living room door, and Peter must have heard him orgasm. No doubt, he could now smell Micah’s cum, the scent making his alpha instincts go amok. Somewhere in the back of his brain, Micah felt vindicated.
Travis had him pinned against the wall, holding him up with both arms under his thighs. In this position, Travis’s cock reached deep, and the sensation soothed Micah on the most basic level. But something wasn’t right. Despite his immense strength, Travis’s movements were uncoordinated. Frantic. It seemed he was trying to mold them together, fucking Micah fast, more like rutting against him while he rubbed his face down Micah’s cheek and in the crook between his neck and shoulder.
At first, he only panted, but then words fell out of his mouth, squeezing Micah’s heart.
“I’m so sorry, darling. I’m sorry. I tried. I’m sorry it took me so long. Please forgive me.”
Micah would have silenced him with a kiss, but Travis didn’t raise his head from its hiding place, breathing Micah in between frenzied words.
“Please, darling, forgive me. I love you, Micah. I love you so much. I’m so sorry I failed you.”
“Travis!” Micah snapped.
Travis stilled inside him and lifted his head. Micah hooked his legs around Travis’s waist and grabbed Travis’s face with both hands. Agonizing fear remained in Travis’s eyes and the strain around his mouth as if Travis were the one in pain now. Micah couldn’t bear it.
“He didn’t touch me. I’m okay. I’m not hurt.”
“Micah, love…”
“Travis, we’re okay.” He held Travis’s tortured gaze and stroked down his cheek. “It’s over. We’re okay.”
It took a few more seconds. Then Travis’s expression softened. He leaned his forehead against Micah’s and breathed deeply while