“No,” I gasped—but when I tried to move, the IV tugged sharply in my arm, stopping me short.
Something wet touched me first.
Then his fingers worked it in.
“Shh,” he murmured.“Who do you think has been bathing you and cleaning up after your mess?”
Pressure followed.
It certainly wasn’t the thermometer.
“What—”
“It’s easier if I finger you first,” he said calmly, as if we were discussing the weather.“It opens you up for the thermometer.”
“Oh—” I panted as his finger breached deeper.
“You’re more relaxed in your sleep,” he complained.
I tried to shout, but he continued, easing his finger in and out of me.
“There. That’s better. A little more, then I can proceed.”
I panted into the pillow, unable to believe this was happening.
Then he pulled his finger out.
Cold glass replaced it.
I held my breath as he pushed it in—slowly, deliberately. He thrust it so deep that I began to panic. But he stopped and patted my ass.
He arranged the covers over my legs again, leaving my butt bare.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said.“Don’t move.”
“What?” I cried.
The door shut.
One of us wasn’t sane.
And at this point, I didn’t know who it was.
Chapter 15
Blaidd
While I walked back to my bedroom, I checked my watch, timing when to return. The image of her—flat on her face, the tip of the thermometer protruding from her arse—made my mouth curve into a grin. I would follow the doctor’s instructions, just not his way.
She would recover. She would regain her strength.
But not before I humiliated her in every way possible.
Fenrir hummed in agreement.
He’d finally resurfaced—silent, watchful. An observer only.
I stripped the gloves off, turning them inside out before tossing them into the bin. The tap hissed as I ran the water and scrubbed my hands clean, methodical, precise.
