Charlotte left strict instructions for the patches not to be removed until she contacted them about it, and the doctors hung onto every word.
Once they were outside again, Charlotte sagged against Reeve and scooped her up in his arms.
“Overcooked yourself again,” he grumbled.
“Doesn’t matter. They are okay,” she said.
Bridget huffed. “So burning yourselves out is a family thing.”
“It’s a not knowing when to quit thing,” Apollo corrected. “I’ll drive.”
“We need to have a meeting about how to hunt and kill this thing,” Lachlan said as they headed towards the parking lot. “Those patches won’t work forever, and old monsters don’t give up easily. It will find new victims.”
“Agreed, but I need to rest first,” Bas said, and Bridget hung onto him a little tighter. “We have a plan of its hunting grounds.”
“Send me some pictures, and I can coordinate the rest,” Lachlan replied.
They said their goodbyes and piled into their cars. Bridget curled up into Bas and was asleep before they made it home.
27
Bas’s head was still mush hours later. He had carried Bridget upstairs, taken off her jacket and boots, and collapsed into bed beside her.
Apollo had seemed quieter than usual on the way home, and Bas had been too tired to ask what he had found on his exploration of the hospital. Whatever it was, it had given him a lot to think about.
Bas would worry about his brother later. At that moment, he had better things to do.
Bas tucked his arm around Bridget and wriggled closer to her. She fitted neatly into the curve of his body, and there was nowhere he would rather be.
Bas thought about the power boost she had given him in the hospital. Reeve knew that mates could share magic when they needed to. It was just another confirmation of what Bas already knew. Bridget belonged to him.
His dragon rolled to the surface whenever he thought about it. It was even louder about claiming her after what had happened in the library that morning.
Bas found blowjobs uncomfortably intimate at the best of times, but Bridget’s mouth on his cock? Pure fucking heaven. She knew just what to do to make him lose his mind. For Bas, that was a rare occurrence. He couldn’t wait to return the favor. His mouth watered, and his dick hardened just thinking about it.
Bridget sighed in her sleep and rolled over in his arms to face him. Her big eyes opened, and she smiled sleepily. She was so gorgeous, it hurt.
“Hey. What time is it?” she murmured.
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” he replied. His fingers trailed up her arm, fascinated by how soft her skin was. “How are you feeling? Today was a lot.”
“I’m good now I’ve had a nap. You did most of the work. How are you?”
“Good. Waking up with you is nice,” he said.
Bridget grinned. “Have you been watching me sleep, you creeper?”
“I have, but not in a creepy way.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s no non-creepy way to watch someone sleep, Basset.”
Bas laughed and brushed his fingers over her cheek.
“I was more awe-struck than creeping. You’re so fucking beautiful, Bridget.”
She turned her face into her pillow, embarrassed. “You can’t say stuff like that to me first thing after I wake up. I don’t know how to respond to it.”
“The best response is to kiss me,” he said.
