Midnight Encounter (Will/Grapple)
He doesn’t know the name of the pirate who comes to him one dark, moonless night.
The firm, possessive grip leaves bruises for days to come. And another, wooden-eyed pirate gives him toothy grins that could be both cruel mocking and knowing sympathy. A tiny voice in his mind tells him he ought to call it rape but he had sucked honesty in every fibre of his being along with his mother’s milk.
And reluctantly he has to admit to himself that being ignored every moonlit night that follows hurts much more than the painful throbbing between his blood-smeared thighs.