I take a deep breath, steeling my spine and preparing for whatever Dean has planned for me. Once Quil released me, I ran all the way here, and now my feet are screaming at me. I've been through worse, I can deal with this.
As soon as I knock, Dean opens the door. He moves aside, watching me closely, and lets me in. Quil’s scent must be all over me, but if he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. Thank fuck. I was sure he’d murder me the moment I stepped through this door.
Dean is wearing a shirt and sweatpants, not looking ready for class at all. If I’m late because of him, there will be hell to pay. Coal will no doubt pitch a huge fit, even if it isn’t his day to be served.
He watches me as I limp past him, and he shuts and locks the door. I set my bag on the ground, turning to face him. He really is attractive, and here in his room, the earlymorning light casts a soft glow around the room, making him look almost angelic. I get the sudden urge to reach out and caress his cheek. I drop my eyes to my hands and smile.
“Do you want me to cook something for you?” I ask him, looking behind him at the small kitchen.
“Why are you limping?” he asks, completely ignoring my question. I look up at his face and can’t help but glance at his intense brown eyes. Like tourmaline gemstones. Fudge, I need to stop staring.
“I have cuts on the bottom of my feet, and they’re uncomfortable,” I answer honestly, looking away.
“Sit,” he orders, pointing to his couch.
I move without arguing, sitting down where he directed, and wait.
He leaves the room, and when he returns, he’s carrying a black bag. He kneels on the floor in front of me, and the blood in my veins freezes.
Is he going to tie me up? Punish me for being injured? Take advantage of my body already?
“What are you doing?” I ask in a panic.
“Take your shoes off,” he demands in a low voice. I kick my shoes off, watching him intently. If he was Coal, I might consider protesting, but I don’t know this Wolf at all, or what he’ll do if I disobey him.
As soon as my shoes are off, I wince. Both feet have bled enough to seep through the gauze and both layers of socks. Lovely. The pain is bad, but I didn’t realize how bad the cuts were.
A low, menacing growl rumbles in his chest, and I flinch at the sound.
Dean grabs one of my feet, pulls the socks and gauze off, and examines the damage carefully.
“How did you manage to get so badly cut?” His voice isrough with anger. The already low timber was attractive, but husky with anger. I shiver, biting my lip, and scolding myself internally.We’re scared of him, remember?
Call him master, and beg him to touch you…
Oh, fucks sake! What the fuck is wrong with you!?I worry about my off-the-wall thoughts sometimes.
“After I left the dining hall yesterday, I was knocked out from behind. I woke up in the woods with no shoes,” I watch as he pulls something out of his bag. I’m surprised when I see that it’s a bottle of healing ointment. “Oh, no…don’t. I mean, you shouldn't waste that.” It’s not that I don’t want the relief, I’m just not used to the Wolves showing me kindness. I don't know what this will cost me. “I can’t afford that.” I try to pull my foot away, but his grip on my ankle tightens, but not painfully so.
“This works very quickly. Your wounds should heal before we need to head to class.” He starts applying the ointment, and the instant relief causes me to moan much too loudly.
“Oh shit, that feels good.” I didn’t realize how much pain I was in until it was relieved. I’m good at ignoring most of my pain. Fuck, my body relaxes into the couch as Dean continues to rub on the ointment. That stuff is strong. I watch as his large hands massage my feet and can’t be bothered to care about what this will cost me. It’ll be worth it.
“Mmmm…” He’s doing that thing with his lips again, and I realize it’s the face he makes while focusing on his task. When he frowns and pulls his large bottom lip between his teeth, I nearly melt. I push my knees together, wondering why the fuck my body has been so… lusty. Why his clean woodsy scent is going straight to my head and fucking with my libido?
He makes an unusual rumble in his chest, that isn’tquite a growl, but has me flushed and nervous. When he starts massaging the excess ointment up my calves, I freeze. Woah… That feels like magic. I guess it technically is, but I was more focused on his hands on my body.
“Feel better?” His voice is so deep that I swallow hard and nod.
He smiles, puts his things back into the bag, and then leaves the room again. I take a moment to look around. It’s a large room with all the things the Human dorms lack. Like space to sit, large windows that let lots of light in, and a kitchen. He has his own bathroom and private bedroom. I bet his bed is huge. It must be if it’s big enough to hold him.
When he returns, he’s holding a clean pair of socks, and I’m surprised when he tosses them to me.
“Thank you,” I say cautiously, frowning slightly as I pull the way-too-large socks on. I wiggle my feet and then stand, testing how they feel. He wasn’t wrong, the potion does work quickly.
“Here.” He pulls something from the fridge, and I look over to see a green potion bottle. I stare at the very questionable color.
“That looks like poison,” I blurt, and he chuckles.
