“God…faster…Sir….” It almost came out as a demand. The words wrapped around Jesse like a tight rope of jealousy. He thought Gideon would ignore him. Until Jonah shouted, “Please.”
Gideon’s fingers sank further into Jonah’s pliant flesh. There would be bruises in the morning. Jonah would be able to look at them in the mirror and see the proof of what Gideon had done, bear the reminder for days if he was anything like Jesse had been before becoming a Guardian. Jesse curled his hands into fists. Those should have been his.
Gideon was his.