He’s naked! The full length of his golden muscles ripple above me, and a hard cock the size a horse would be proud of juts from between his legs, long enough to brush my stomach.

“Fuck!”

“Settle. I will free you as soon as I am sure you’re composed. You have no reason for alarm.”

“I’m naked and chained to your bed, Flanagan. With you in the raw. I’d say that was reason enough for alarm, wouldn’t you?”

His eyes glitter, but he sighs. “I will explain.”

I struggle again, arching up to free my legs from his hold, but all I manage to do is press my traitorous boner against his morning glory. That soon has me dropping back to the bed.

“Then start explaining,” I demand instead.

“Are you going to stay calm?”

I glower up at him. “That depends on what you tell me.”

He adjusts his hold but keeps a firm grip on my limbs. His movements cause his long cock to bob above my own. He doesn’t seem the least bit self-conscious about its presence between us, but I peer down and fixate on it as though the thing might rear up and bite me.

“What do you remember?” he asks.

The memory of a scorching fire pulls my gaze away from his giant salami. Pain. I remember pain. “The cage. Belanger and his cronies lying on the floor and…” I’m not sure how much I want Flanagan to know. I don’t want him asking questions about Alexei’s intervention. He’ll think I’m on the vampire’s side for sure.

Flanagan studies my face. “And that’s all? You don’t remember Seonu and Laasya coming to the cage? You don’t remember my help?”

The deepening of his voice makes me check his eyes. He’s watching me intently.

“No. Why? What help?”

A tight smile tugs the edge of his lips. “Never mind. I thought—I thought you’d at least remember that.” The fall of his brow suggests disappointment, almost sadness. “It’s Friday. You’ve been recovering from nerve damage since Wednesday evening. That was a lot of Flame you absorbed—it had consequences. It pushed you into a deep Haze, and I’ve been helping you. It’s common for new Channelers not to remember what occurs during a Haze. The memories will come back to you. But I assure you nothing happened that you didn’t want.”

Didn’t want? What would I want?

“And this help requires you to chain me to your bed naked like a sex slave?”