“I told you I’ll always be here for you. I’ve got you. Whether you want me to or not.”
CHAPTER 1: ADRI
“Give me your pain, sweetheart.”
“I’m not your sweetheart.” Adri gritted his teeth to swallow back a rumbling growl as he resisted the urge to roll his hips up and shove his ridged cock further into Rafe’s mouth.
There was a lot of pain to give, but the combination of the heavy bandaging on Adri’s shoulder and the doc’s healing power like liquid moonlight in his veins was keeping him from feeling it so long as he didn’t tense up or move. Something that was almost impossible when a sexy-as-fuck, silver-fox of a wolf shifter was making it his mission to suck his soul out through his dick.
This was not supposed to happen.
Adri couldn’t even remember how he’d ended up in Rafe’s bed. Not a bed in the doc’s clinic, either. His literal fucking bed. He could tell it was his bed because when he’d woken confused and hurting, Rafe’s intoxicating scent suffusing the sheets, pillows, and everything else had reassured him he was safe. Even though he hadn’t been in the same room as the doc in over a decade. Even though he didn’t need or want anyone to save him.
He hadn’t meant to challenge the doc as soon as he entered the room to check on him. He definitely hadn’t meant to throw the covers off his naked body and tell him just how to make him feel better.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Rafe said, pulling off his cock to press whisper-soft kisses up his chest.
“I’m clearly not thinking hard enough. Why am I here?”
Rafe swore under his breath and pulled a blanket back over Adri before he had a chance to protest.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have done that when you only just woke up.”
“Fuck that. You might be an old man, but I’m not a child. You don’t need to coddle me.”
“Do you remember what happened at the fight last night?”
Adri’s brow furrowed as he searched his fuzzy memories—the fantastical artwork like he’d never seen before at the ring, facing off against the new wolf shifter fighter who went by Black Fang, and then … Marco Lunetti stepping in with his Alpha command for some reason?
“Why haven’t I healed already?”
“The other fighter turned feral. Your arm was holding on by a literal thread. You almost lost it.”
He owed Rafe his arm?Fuck. Now that he was taking the time to look, the doc looked drawn and exhausted. Probably from expending his healing power to save Adri’s limb. Rafe was the one who should be resting.
Adri’s good hand shot out to grab Rafe’s arm as he went to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You need food. And rest.”
“I need you to finish what you started,” Adri snapped, annoyed at himself for his weakness but unable to concentrate on anything but the throbbing ache in his cock. He needed to come, and then he could get the fuck out of here. Even better if luring Rafe back to bed meant the doc caught up on some sleep after.
Rafe’s nostrils flared, and he shook his head like he was trying to clear it before half-heartedly trying to pull away again.
Adri’s eyes trailed down his lean, muscled body, landing on the distinctive bulge in the sexy doctor’s slacks. “Looks like you need to finish as well.”
“I thought you didn’t do repeats,” Rafe said, his voice carefully flat as he stared at the bedroom door like it contained the answers to the universe instead of meeting Adri’s glare.
“Come on, Doc. Don’t be like that.”
“Are you planning to leave once you get off?”
“I need to get back to work.”
“You need toheal. In bed. If you walk around with your arm in that state, the weight and gravity will undo all my efforts to reconnect the tissue.”
Adri growled in frustration. “How long?”
Rafe placed a hand over his bandaged shoulder, eyes closing as the cool wash of his healing shifter magic sank into Adri’s skin. “Three days.”
