"Close, so close," she whined as she bucked and writhed against his hand.
He inserted a third finger and leaned down to gently bite her breast. "Come for me, darlin'."
That little bit of pain mixed in with her pleasure was all she needed to send her crashing over the edge into oblivion.
"Now you're ready for me," he growled. He moved carefully and got his pants off, noticing they were crusted with dried blood. They were ready for the trash heap. No way was that coming out.
He laid back down and reached for her, maneuvering her until she was straddling him. "We've just got to be careful, darlin'."
"Easy for you to say. All you have to do is lie there while I do all the work," she teased. She reached down between them and guided him to her entrance. They both moaned as he entered her.
He watched her as she undulated on him. He reached up and massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples until she moaned.
When she put her hands on his shoulders, away from the claw marks, and ground her clit against him, she shuddered.
"That's it, beautiful. Take your pleasure," he told her.
"I'm already close again," she whined as she bounced on top of him.
He tweaked her nipples, adding more pressure this time, sending her over the edge for the second time. Her inner walls, spasming around his cock, dragged him over with her.
Frankie collapsed onto the bed next to him, her breathing ragged. "It gets better every time," she murmured.
"That it does," he agreed. They laid there until their breathing evened out. "I need clean pants. There are sweats in the second drawer there. Those will be easiest to get on."
He watched as Frankie padded naked across his bedroom to fetch the sweats for him.
"Gray. Why am I not surprised?" she said with a laugh.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. It's a girl thing," she replied.
"If you say so, darlin'," he said, not pressing the issue. "Help me get these on?" he asked.
"Of course."
In no time, they had him dressed and she went to get dressed herself. "Now I'm going to go make breakfast. Lucas could be here any time to take care of your stitches. You rest." She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss and left.
He was sure Lucas was going to give him hell when he got there for not following doctor's orders. He'll know they had sex, he'd be able to smell it. But fuck it, they were careful. He laid back and closed his eyes, remembering the feel of his mate wrapped around him.
"Wake up sleepy head, breakfast is ready," he heard Frankie say.
He yawned and stretched, which made him groan. "Fuck that hurt. Sorry, darlin', I didn't mean to fall back to sleep," he told her.
"It's okay. You're still recovering from your attack," she said and brushed the hair off his forehead. "If you sit up, I've got your breakfast." She'd made omelets with ham, cheese, onion, peppers, and mushrooms, bacon, and toast.
"It smells delicious," he said just as his stomach growled, which made them both laugh.
Once he was propped up with pillows behind him, she set the tray across his lap. "I'll be right back with mine," she promised.
He waited until she returned with her tray before he dug in. "Oh, this is really good," he told her after the first bite. "I might need a second helping."
She laughed at that. "Bottomless pit."
"When it comes to good food, you know it." After that, the only sounds in the room were of them eating. Once they were done, she put the dishes in the dishwasher. There was a knock on the front door and Frankie went to answer it.
Lucas entered and shook his head. "I see you didn't follow doctor's orders."
