Free Take My Hand [Brac Pack 28] by Lynn Hagen

full night, yet the room comforted him in some strange sense. Raven hit the light switch in the bathroom and guided Darcy over to the sink. The lights were bright, hurting Darcy’s wounded eye.
“Too bright,” Darcy complained.
Raven turned the light off. The bathroom was now dimly lit, the light from his bedroom filtering into the bathroom. Darcy wasn’t sure how Raven could see, but the man was moving around the bathroom as if the lights were still on.
As much pain as Darcy was in, Raven’s closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mixed in with the metallic scent of his own blood, Darcy could smell Raven’s earthy scent. Gods, was there a better smell in the world than a strong, handsome man? He would argue that there wasn’t.
Darcy leaned against the counter, watching as Raven pulled a washcloth from inside a small cabinet and wet it under the running faucet.“Hold still.”
He held still, but Darcy couldn’t help but notice the strong tic in Raven’s jaw. Was Raven holding his breath? Darcy sure as hell was. Not only did his face and shoulder hurt like nobody’s business, he was so close to Raven that all he had to do was lean forward and their lips would be touching. How embarrassing would it be to sport a boner in the bathroom as Raven cleaned him up?
Darcy stayed completely still as Raven wiped the side of his face. It disturbed him how the white towel Raven was using turned a deep shade of red. Even in the dimly lit bathroom Darcy knew it was way too much blood washing down the sink.
When he glanced back up at Raven, the man’s dark eyes bore into Darcy’s, making Darcy feel as if he were falling forward into the stars and galaxy beyond. He leaned forward, his lips parting as Darcy watched the black irises with intense interest.
“If you keep staring like that, I’ll bedazzle you,” Raven said softly as he dropped the washcloth and cupped Darcy’s jaw, bringing it so close that his lips touched the wound on the right side of Darcy’s face. Raven inhaled, his eyelids fluttering.“You smell so sweet.”
Darcy shivered as Raven closed the distance, gently kissing the side of his face.“What are you doing?” He whispered the question.
“Healing you. Tasting you. Wanting you. Going mad because I want to lick every inch of your flesh with my tongue.” Raven tilted Darcy’s head to the side, his tongue trailing up the side of Darcy’s face so slowly that Darcy could feel Raven’s tongue licking the blood from the wound.
“Raven.”
“Shh. Let me heal you.” Raven kissed and licked Darcy’s neck and shoulder until Darcy was so hard he was afraid his cock would explode from so much blood buildup. He placed his hands on Raven’s waist, curling his fingers around the man’s shirt as Raven inhaled and then shuddered.“So sweet.”
Darcy didn’t protest when Raven led him from the bathroom, walking Darcy backward as he kept his hands on Darcy’s face, continually licking over the torn flesh.
When the back of Darcy’s legs hit the bed, he gasped. Raven slowly lowered Darcy until his back was resting on the mattress.“So sweet.” Raven’s hands, but not his tongue, left Darcy’s face, skimming down Darcy’s body until they reached the snap of Darcy’s jeans.
Darcy grabbed Raven’s wrists, stopping him from going any further.“What are you doing, Raven?”
“Loving you, Darcy.” He kissed the side of Darcy’s face and then leaned back, a crooked smile on his face.“Tell me no one has ever loved you before.”
“Has anyone ever loved you?” Darcy countered, evading Raven’s question. Darcy wasn’t ready to answer that question. Especially with the way Raven was looking at Darcy with such intensity that it scared him.
“No,” he admitted and then kissed Darcy’s wound once more. “I’ve never had anyone love me the way mates are supposed to love each other. I’ve never loved a man before, either.”
Darcy was a bit confused. Raven’s answer made no sense to him. “Me either.” He