Adri blinked awake in confusion,all senses on alert until he remembered where he was. Taking stock of his body, he was relieved to find the weakness that had plagued him the day before was fading. Somewhere across the apartment, he could hear the soft sound of Rafe typing. The angle of the winter sun streaming through the window suggested it was mid-morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so much.
Rolling onto his side, he carefully levered himself to his feet, scowling as he realised there was still hardly any pain. If he concentrated hard, he could feel a pleasant thrum that felt like Rafe centred on his injured shoulder. The doc really needed to stop exhausting himself for him. As much as he was desperate for a shower, he needed to deal with Rafe first.
“I know you said you’d take all my pain, but this is ridiculous. Stop wasting your magic on me,” Adri said, leaning in the doorway of Rafe’s study.
The doc leaned back in his chair, his assessing eyes trailing up Adri’s body as a fresh wave of tingling moonlit power washedthrough his body. “You’re much better today. Let me check and rebandage the wound. Then you can take a bath if it’s looking okay,” Rafe said, ignoring Adri’s provocation.
“And if it’s not? You gonna give me another sponge bath, Doc?” Adri snapped. He’d been horrified when he realised the blood and sweat of his fight had been washed clean while he’d been out cold. Fine. Heshould’vebeen horrified. The less he thought about why he hadn’t been, the better.
Rafe stood up from behind his desk and walked closer, pausing just out of Adri’s reach. “Only if you ask nicely, kitten.”
“Fuck off,” Adri snapped, spinning to leave the room only to find himself pushed chest-first into the wall, one of Rafe’s big, strong hands gripping his collarbone to immobilise his injured shoulder as he pinned Adri in place.
A shiver of need rocked through him as Rafe pressed blunt teeth into the big muscle at the base of his neck on his good side, biting hard enough to bruise. He couldn’t help but arch his back to try to rub his ass against the infuriating wolf behind him. Rafe wasn’t having a bar of it, effortlessly holding him in such a way that denied him any friction below the waist, even as Rafe drove Adri wild with his warm breath blowing across his vulnerable throat.
“Behave. You can be as frustrated as you like, but I won’t have you being rude,” Rafe warned, voice low and rumbling as he nuzzled beneath Adri’s ear.
Adri snarled in response, sharp fangs drawing blood as he bit his lip hard before he said something he regretted.
“Poor kitten. Want me to kiss it better?” Rafe asked.
Adri tried to shrug him off and immediately regretted it as he felt the still-regrowing tendons in his shoulder pull tight.
Rafe huffed a breath against his skin. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? All that anger and hurt with nowhere to go. If I get you off, will your brain relax long enough to let me check your shoulder and get you clean?”
Adri thumped his forehead on the wall Rafe had shoved him against with a groan. All he could smell was Rafe. All he could feel was Rafe’s lips and the heat of his body pressed in close.
“If you want me to stop, just say so. With proper words. Otherwise, I can’t tell if you’re just bratting at me,” Rafe said.
Adri’s jaw dropped, but before he could express his outrage at being called a bratagain, Rafe’s hand had slipped down from his shoulder. Fiery desire ran down his chest, following the path of Rafe’s touch. Adri’s moan rang through the quiet study embarrassingly loudly as the doc pushed the waistband of his sweats down.
And then the infuriating manstopped. With a growl of impatience, Adri grabbed Rafe’s hand and pressed it to his aching cock.
“Perfect. I love when you tell me what you need,” Rafe murmured, sparking a tingling warmth in Adri’s chest that was subsumed by arousal as the doc quickly and efficiently started jerking him like he had an instruction manual for Adri’s pleasure. The familiar thrum of Rafe’s healing power in his body had grown stronger, magnifying every aroused sensation he was feeling.
Lost to everything but that touch, Adri tried to press back into Rafe’s body again, a growl of frustration escaping him as the doc still refused to let him grind back against him with his ass.
“This isn’t a reward, kitten,” Rafe said, his voice strained as he twisted his grip over the head of Adri’s cock, making him moan.
Wait.What?
“If you want to touch me, you need to earn it,” Rafe added.
Adri snarled again. “Let me guess, by following orders and doing what you say?”
“By letting me take care of you. Just like you are right now,” Rafe said, tightening his grip and making Adri’s eyes roll back in his head as the doc’s magic raced through his veins, demanding his release.
Dammit. He was going to come. Hard. Leaning his head back on Rafe’s chest, his orgasm was ripped from him, painting the study wall with his cum as he lost all control and screamed Rafe’s name.
“Good kitten,” Rafe murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple and tucking his cock back in his sweats once he was done.
Adri rolled his head where it rested on Rafe’s pec, blinking at him as he tried to get his brain to come back online. When he tried to move away from the wall, he blinked in confusion when he was momentarily trapped. He’d partially shifted his hand, and his claws were still embedded in the doorframe, having dug a long line of grooves down the wood. He was quiet while Rafe directed him to the bathroom, still processing as the bandage came off and a tingle of Rafe’s power washed over his injured arm.
“This is healing well. We can leave the bandage off until after you bathe,” Rafe said, directing Adri into the steaming tub he’d barely noticed being filled.
Adri glanced down at his shoulder as he lay back in the hot water, wincing at the way the skin still gaped open around the muscle there. Rafe was ghostly gentle with the washcloth as he helped bathe him. So gentle that it lulled Adri into staying in the calm, floaty headspace his orgasm had thrown him into for far longer than it should’ve.
“You don’t need to do that,” Adri murmured as Rafe ran the cloth down his leg to wash his feet.
