“Oh?” His eyes narrowed. “You gave me yours?”
“Well, Maura did—” Rutger began.
“I told her to. It was to save your life.”
Rutger said dryly, “You made her,yelledat her, and us. This girl wasn’t going to let you die, man. Ever. She’d have dragged you back from Hell by your balls.”
“Really? Let me try this…”
Then he sat up slowly and planted his palm to prop himself up. “Fuck me. You sure I had wounds? And my arm. This one?” He raised the bandaged one and flexed it.
“That one.” Good little nanites.Holy damn.It was one thingherhealing rapidly, but seeing it happen to Vargr was a whole new ball game.
“Now, tell me, Rutger.” He reached out and caressed her hair, eyes twinkling. “Was she bad? She yelled at people?”
“Ahhh. Her? Our fucktoy.” Seemed like Rutger was catching onto this turn in conversation way too fast. “Of course.”
“Be nice, boys.” She mock-sighed. “Vargr, you need rest.”
“I’ll say what I need, and I don’t.” He sank his hand into her hair and twined it, a little, enough to spark some scalp pain.Eep.She stared at him. “What exactly did she do?”
The chuckles weren’t quiet, and she glared across at Rutger. They were playing games, and Vargr was almost dead a day ago. What the fuck had her nanites done?
“So many things. I can detail them after we get you some food?”
“Good idea.” He released her hair, letting his hand drift to her jaw then her neck. “Spanking you can wait.”
Her aghast expression only strengthened the gleam in his eyes. Was him waking up all alpha and hot and whatever covered by insurance? Being turned on by this was crazy, but it was her normal. Him, though? A tsunami washing through would have less OMG factor.
“You’re ours, remember? Bondmated.” His hand on her neck rearranged to the back and she found he was holding her there, then using the hold to urge her to knee-walk closer. He angled his head as she drew near, leaned over.
The kiss was both startling and… interesting. Her eyelids floated down, and she closed her eyes, then found that Rutger had arrived and was crowding her from behind also, and holding her shoulders. The kiss was gentle yet the hold on her nape firmed, and he massaged her there, pressed on her—a possessive hold. His tongue explored her mouth, with his teeth closing on her lower lip now and then, almost to the point of pain, and she couldn’t escape it.
Her breathing roughened, and when he drew away, she was most definitely panting.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “You kiss pretty good, for a dead man.”
“Wait until,” he whispered back, “I get you ass up and yelping, and suffering from a very red ass. For a dead man I also fuck pretty good.”
Her mouth stayed open. She was tempted to remind him that fucking her was for a beaster in good health but did not quite dare to. He released her, smiling devilishly, and wasn’t that ironic. This Vargr was definitely more demanding than before, and he made her toes curl wondering what else he’d do to her.
His arm had nearly fallen off. He’d almost died!
This entire situation was off the charts insane, and why was her clit pulsing and her heart racing? And her underwear so very wet.
“Hi there.” It was Willow, walking up and threading her way between the other beds here inside the blue cube. There were two other wounded here, but able to walk about, and only one was lying down at the moment. “I’d like to check your nanites, Vargr. You’re the only one with a mixture inside you.” She rubbed her finger and thumb up either side of her nose.
She knew that gesture well—a headache.
“Sure.” He swiveled on the spot and rested his arms across his knees, waiting as she approached.
“Thanks. You know the drone seems to be retrievable?” She’d addressed that to all of them even as she gently placed her hand on Vargr’s recently hurt shoulder.
“Is it safe to do so? It must be outside in the gap? Did anyone get to see what was recorded?”
“It is, Cyn, in the gap I mean. As for safe, nowhere ever is. I’m going to wait until we have developed some better defences… with regards to these skinsuit Ghoul Lords. And no, the only one who saw what it saw was Hugo, and we lost him in the attack.”
The one who’d been killed first.
