Davien's P. O. V
"Fuck me, please."
My body heavily reacted to those words, hardening at his soft plea, it was a first for me, to get this hard over a request. Except, when Kian said it, it sounded less like a plea, but a command my body was more than willing to act on.
"Kian, you need to take care of this first." I pulled away and narrowed my vision on his stomach region. My lips drew back in a snarl at the open wounds splattered across his abdomen.
These were fresh wounds, and by first glance I could tell that these were self inflicted. And the reason behind it was blaringly obvious, but still I couldn't believe that Kian had gone that far.
"I need to take care of this, you're bleeding far too much." Considering the fact that he regenerated much slower than other shifters, Kian must've had to endure the pain of getting cut over and over again for three whole hours.
Treating his wounds took the most importance.