“Well, yeah, most of the time.”
“Most of the time?”
“Nothing really heals a bullet to the head or being decapitated, but beyond that, most things will heal with a few shifts.”
“What about diseases?”
Dom shook his head. “We can’t catch human diseases.”
That had to be handy.
“Broken bones?”
“Some wounds take longer to heal than others,” Dom said. “The more severe the wound, the more shifts needed to heal it. And since shifting takes energy, the more we shift, the more taxing on our energy, which is—”
“Which is why some wounds take longer to heal,” Keeland finished. That made perfect sense to him. “Can you…were you…” Wow, this was a delicate question. “Were you born a shifter or made one?”
Dom glanced toward the door, where Gabe stood. “We were born shifters and as far as I know, you have to be born one. I don’t think Hollywood got that part right.” He had another one of those wicked smirks on his face when he looked back. “Of course, if you want to find out, I’m more than willing to bite you.”
This time, Keeland was the one to roll his eyes. It was obvious Dom was trying to get a reaction out of him. Keeland just didn’t understand why. He decided to ignore it for the time being.
“Would you mind if I looked you over?” Keeland knew those were the wrong words as soon as they left his mouth.
Dom grinned before rolling onto his back, folding his arms behind his head, and stretching his legs out. The entire front of his body was on display.
Keeland heard a soft chuckle from behind him as he tried not to drool. Staring down at Dom’s tanned, muscular body all spread out before him made that nearly impossible. Ignoring the hard cock jutting up from Dom’s groin was even harder.
Keeland drew in a fortifying breath, then leaned over Dom to look at the wound on his biceps. He tried to concentrate, but his gaze kept straying to Dom’s cock. It was a very pretty cock, thick and long, a nice rounded head. Keeland had fantasies about cocks that looked that delicious. He imagined most gay men did.
When it bounced, Keeland jerked back. At Dom’s low chuckle, Keeland snapped his gaze to the man’s face. His eyes narrowed. He didn't like being made fun of. “I don't find this the least bit amusing, Mr. Pantarius.” He reached down and grabbed his medical bag. “If you feel the need to play jokes, play them on someone else.”
He turned to leave, only to be brought up short by the hand that wrapped around his wrist. When he pulled, the fingers tightened. Keeland huffed as he turned to glare down at Dom. He cocked one eyebrow and nodded toward his captured wrist. “Do you mind?”
Dom grinned. “Not at all.”
That was all the warning Keeland had before he was yanked hard toward the bed. He dropped his bag and scrambled to stop his forward momentum, but he still ended up sprawled over the top of Dom’s naked body.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snarled as he pushed up onto his hands. He was acutely aware of the fact that Dom was naked. The man’s hard cock was pressing up into his abdomen. Dom was obviously enjoying Keeland’s struggles to get away.
Dom’s grin was pure evil.
