My boner stays the same—a hard presence wedged between us. Even though I’m drifting into sleep, my hips have settled into a gentle rocking motion, shifting my length against the leather of his trousers. I can’t help it. Quiet moans escape my lips as I move them over his warm skin. His delicious smell, his colossal strength, the hardness of the muscles pressed against me, turn me on so much I yearn to bury myself deep inside him. I need release so badly I think my balls might explode.

He seems at ease with my attempt to dry hump his hip. His fingers combing the hair at the base of my head follow the rhythm of my movements. The hand clutching my waist slips lower, providing subtle pressure against the top curve of my buttocks. His warm breath ghosts across my ear. He’s enjoying these silently shared sensations; the proof of his pleasure is the solid, substantial length branding my thigh. He must be uncomfortable, squeezed inside those tight trousers. I want to unzip his fly and pull him out, see how big he is, explore him with my hand. And my mouth.

For crying out loud. Since when am I into dick? It’s Flanagan. There’s something about him. Something that draws me to him, even though he’s a man. He’s so fucking gorgeous to me in this moment. Plus the fact that I need to come so badly it hurts.

He notices my growing tension. “Are you okay, Michael?”

“I need more,” I say into his neck, my voice stronger but still rasping.

“I know. You’re sinking into a Haze. You were like this when you first arrived at Blackriver.” His arm tightens, pushing me deeper against him but still allowing my rocking motion. “I will help you if you want me to, but maybe not now. Not after Bel—I need to see to your other needs first.”

What other needs? What could be more important than releasing the pressure in my balls? But I’m too weak to say such a long sentence. I only manage a croaking moan of complaint. I tongue his neck and undulate against his groin, against the hardness I feel there, hoping he’ll get the message.

His fingers tighten on my waist. He presses his lips to my hair. “I know. I know,” he murmurs. “But you’re exhausted, Michael. I need to get you out of these chains so you can sleep.”

Sleep? Is he kidding me? I can’t sleep with an erection like a hot pipe about to burst. My balls are gonna drop to the stones they’re so heavy.