“It’ll heal by itself. By tomorrow you won’t even know that I was hurt. It’ll take even less time if I get some food then my body will have the energy it needs to make things happen even faster.”
“So if I fed you how long would it take?”
The corner of his mouth lifted in the beginnings of a smile as he began to tease his mate. “Why do you ask? Is it bothering you? The all powerful phoenix afraid of a little blood?”
It was all too easy to go along with his teasing, it felt like they had been doing it for years not mere minutes. “I never said that I was all powerful.”
“No? You have a werewolf at your command, ready to do anything you ask. I’d say that makes you pretty powerful.”
“That might be true but my werewolf is pretty beaten up right now I wouldn’t want to put my power to the test with him in his current condition.”
His wolf’s hackles rose at the idea that his mate thought him incapable of protecting her but Wyatt tamped down on the worst of its urges. There was no need to ruin the companionable atmosphere that he’d created between them. They were making progress and if he needed to remind her that she was safe under his protection there were other ways to do it other than growling and howling. “Looks can be deceiving. Even with my injuries I’m more than capable of taking down anyone or anything you want,” he said warmly though there was iron in his words.
“Well that’s good to know but for the minute I don’t need anyone taken down. What I need is to get you fed and then take a shower. I must look awful.”
“You look beautiful.”
“You’re half delirious from the pain. You’re not seeing straight,” she said dismissively. Getting to her feet, Kass held out a hand in invitation. Her own stomach was feeling the strain from a lack of food and the quicker she got Wyatt fed, the quicker she could take her much needed shower.
Gripping Kass’ hand hard, Wyatt forced her to look at him. “I’ve never seen clearer and I don’t want you making anything for me with that arm of yours.” He let her go and used the wall to help him to his feet.
Glancing down at the bandage wrapped around her arm Kass frowned. She’d completely forgotten about it. There was no pain and no lingering ache from the bullet wound. Unfortunately, she’d been shot before, she was all too aware of what she should be feeling but she felt none of that. Confused, her fingers shot to the bandage and she tore the material from her arm. Nothing. No red skin, no ugly torn skin and no scar. Aside from some bruising there was nothing at all to show that she’d even been seriously injured.
“What the hell?”
“It looks good,” Wyatt said softly, running his fingers over her arm. “The healing worked well.”
“Healing?”
“Mates can heal each other. I couldn’t let you suffer.”
“You did this?” Another nod. “So tell me how to do it and then I can help you fix that hole in your chest.”
“You can’t heal me the same way that I healed you. You’re not a wolf.”
Frowning, Kass couldn’t help but find her eyes drawn to the healing mark on his chest. While there had been a massive improvement considering that his heart had been removed from his chest only a short while ago, she could still make out bone beneath the flimsy layer of flesh that had healed over the wound.
“Why not? Tell me what you did and maybe it’ll work for me. I’m a phoenix, it could happen.”
“No.”
Her fingers balled into fists when she saw the set of his jaw. She recognised that expression, had been on the receiving end of it as she’d grown up, he wasn’t going to tell her anything. “So you’re telling me that the best I can do for you is to make you breakfast.”
“No. I’ll make me breakfast. Just because your arm looks fine doesn’t mean that it is. You were shot.”
Her hand on her hip, Kass glared daggers at Wyatt. “And you’re growing back an organ. I think in the who’s most hurt stakes that you definitely win. I’m going to make breakfast and you’re going to take a shower.” He’s not the only one who can be stubborn. Striding from the room Kass refused to entertain any more discussion on the matter.
Stunned by her abrupt departure, Wyatt stood staring at the door that Kass had just walked out of. He should be annoyed that he’d been dismissed so effectively but he couldn’t even muster up mild frustration. Defying all logic, he felt arousal filling his veins. Who knew stubborn could look so sexy? Wyatt mused. Her skin flushed the most appealing shade of pink, the red tint to her cheeks reminding him of the sweet candy floss he devoured daily. He’d been tempted to reach out and taste her despite his earlier promises. Her eyes had darkened, the same way they had when he’d kissed her last night and her lips…He groaned, trying to adjust the rising hardness in his trousers. The way she’d licked them before delivering her orders was almost enough to make him come in his pants. He ran a shaky hand over his face and winced. He wasn’t sure which was worse, the pain in his throbbing shaft or the still healing wound on his chest.
Hurry up and get into the shower, his wolf barked. You’re wasting time. If our mate wants to take care of us then who are we to refuse her? The quicker you get this done the quicker we can get back to her.
The wolf was right and with a resigned sigh he stripped out of his filthy clothes.
“Wyatt, I forgot to ask what you wanted…” The door flew open, Kass walking into the room clearly having forgotten what her previous instructions would entail.
Unashamed of his nakedness, Wyatt did nothing to cover himself instead preferring to watch his mate’s reaction. The pink flush to her cheeks was back with a vengeance, her whole face turning as red as her hair. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she watched his hand move to grip the base of his shaft. Wondering for a moment how much he could get away with before she fled the scene, Wyatt let his hand stroke along his rigid length. The scent of her arousal began to fill the air and when she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his shaft, he decided to let thought slip away and take reason with it. He might not be able to touch his mate but if the hard nubs beneath her shirt were anything to go by he didn’t need to, she was enjoying watching him.
His hand moved faster along the length, gathering the bead of moisture that had appeared at the engorged head to help make his movements more fluid. In his mind’s eye it wasn’t his rough hand sliding along the thick length, it was Kass’. It was her delicate fingers gripping him and threatening to send him toppling to the ground as pleasure mounted. His muscles tensed as his hand moved faster, pumping hard as his imagination pushed reality to the side. Groaning, he tried to imagine what the wet heat of her mouth would feel like and his knees almost buckled. Watching her was too much, the scent of her arousal filling the air threatening to topple his control.
His body temperature sky rocketed as he began mentally stripping her of her clothes, his imagination filling in the gaps of what he’d managed to glimpse of her naked form. An image formed in his mind of Kass lying in his bed naked and sweat beaded on his brow, his heart beating wildly in response. Her nipples were hard, the dusky pink peaks sitting atop firm flesh. Her eyes heavy lidded with desire, called to him but it was her hands that had him stroking his shaft faster in a desperate race for relief. They stroked all over her body, cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples, teasing him and calling him closer. They tempted him to thrust her hands away and take the same journey with his mouth. His heart stopped when she parted her thighs in invitation, silently calling him home.
Hand outstretched, he reached for Kass, trying to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality. His daydream was intense but having her in the flesh would be soul changing. “Kass,” he breathed, trying to lure her towards him. “I need you so much.” He stroked harder, his movements becoming frantic as the pressure of his impending release built.
Her eyes dilated further, the blue irises swallowed by the darkness of her pupils. He could hear a sharp intake of breath as her heart rate picked up and her eyes gre
w wide. Her body tensed, her cheeks flamed as her body temperature soared and then she was gone. She turned on swift feet, fleeing the room and slamming the door hard behind her.
Groaning in frustration, Wyatt barely resisted the urge to howl. He was still rock hard and his muse had left him. It was a hard fought battle trying to convince himself that her departure was a good thing when he had a shaft that was hard enough to cut diamonds. Struggling to remember his mate’s heart meant that he couldn’t have taken her even if she hadn’t run away, Wyatt stepped into the shower. He was going to have to take care of his throbbing problem without her help but with the scent of her arousal thick in the air he didn’t think that it was going to be much of a problem.
The water was hot on his already fevered flesh running over his slick skin and bringing a measure of relief but when he reached for his aching shaft a pained groan was torn from his lips. Amber eyes wandered down to his healing chest and he cursed. He hadn’t been able to even think about it with his mind so wrapped up in trying to reach the peak of pleasure that was almost within his grasp but his frantic movements had done nothing to help his healing injury. Skin that had healed was torn once again, the muscles bleeding blood down his smooth chest.
It was totally worth it.
The wolf smiled, practically purring in contentment. You’re not going to find any disagreement from me.
******
Eyes wide and heart pounding within her chest Kass fled the bathroom and didn’t stop until she reached the relative safety of the kitchen. Boneless, she let a wall hold her upright her body and mind reeling with what she had just seen.
“Shouldn’t have done that,” she muttered to herself.
Her face felt as hot as the sun and she barely managed to lift her hand to fan herself. Her body might have left Wyatt alone but she feared that her mind wouldn’t be so lucky. The images she’d seen, the things that he’d projected into her brain, were likely to be permanent additions to her psyche. Biting her lip she moaned as she remembered how his strong hand had stroked the length of his thick shaft. She’d never thought that watching a man masturbate could be particularly erotic but Wyatt had proved her wrong. She’d never seen anything that had turned her on so quickly and even now her body thrummed with excitement. Her nipples were rock hard, desperate for someone to caress them and her dripping wet sex clenched hard for something to hold.
Cursing her actions, Kass let her head fall back against the wall as she tried hard to slow her frantic pulse. “Definitely shouldn’t have done that.”
Her mind was well aware that she should have left as soon as she saw his naked body when she’d opened the bathroom door but her feet had refused to move. Her treacherous body had wanted to see him like that and she’d felt no need to move until he’d called her name. His voice had been full of desperation, longing and most importantly possession. His eyes had glowed with the need to possess her and if she hadn’t believed that she was his mate before, she did now. She’d always believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul and what she’d seen of his soul had been enough to send her running for the hills. It wasn’t natural to feel so strongly about someone that you had just met but Wyatt’s eyes had burned with passion, begging her to come and burn with him. The look he’d given her had terrified her because for a moment she’d been tempted to join him, to burn right along side him.
“I shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have done that.” Kass’ heart was pounding but surprisingly her mind had never been so alive. Her whole body thrummed with excited energy and she knew exactly why. She might have torn her body away from watching Wyatt pleasure himself but her mind was still in the bathroom with him entertaining his fantasies. She’d never seen anything so erotic as watching him stroke his hard shaft and her mind was running rampant with fantasies of her hand taking his place. She groaned imagining the heavy weight of his shaft against her palm, the searing heat of his intimate flesh as he stared at her with those burning amber eyes.
“Enough,” she snapped, forcing her mind to flee from the temptations of her imagination as surely as she’d run from the bathroom. Fanning herself more firmly, she pushed away from the walls and forced her legs to carry her weight. The kitchen beckoned, it’s calming allure calling her home.
As soon she was in the safety of the kitchen’s walls she breathed a sigh of relief. Cooking never failed to calm her rattled nerves and she was banking on it to do its job now more than ever. Washing her hands, she did her best to get herself cleaned up before she threw herself into her task. She opened cupboards, fridges and freezers with confidence as though she had lived in the house for years rather than hours and soon the mouth-watering aroma of breakfast filled the air. All too soon there was something else that was making her mouth water and it was definitely more tempting than the cooking food in front of her.
It was becoming clear to her that Wyatt had a definite aversion to wearing shirts but as she stared at his muscled chest, watching droplets of water dry on his hot skin she knew she wasn’t going to try and break him of it. He was like a sculpted god and it had to be a crime of some sort to cover that up. She watched him stalk closer, her heart beating quicker so that when he stopped behind her she thought it was going to burst out of her chest.
“Smells good,” Wyatt commented casually, his strong fingers wandering along Kass’ arm. He smiled when she shivered in response but kept the joy from his voice. It wouldn’t do to let his mate know of his plans to make her fall in love with him just yet.
“Thanks.” She sighed heavily when he pulled back. The heat of his body had been searing and scary in how tempting it had been to lean into his strength. She’d resisted by sheer force of will but her grip on the spatula was so tight she was surprised that it wasn’t broken.
“It smells good but there isn’t enough.”
Spluttering in indignation Kass watched as Wyatt began to add more and more to the pans that she was tending. “What are you doing?”
Eggs were being broken, sausages dropped haphazardly in the frying pan and hash browns thrown carelessly into the oven. “I’m helping you make breakfast. There isn’t enough there to feed us.”
“Wyatt, I’m only cooking for the two of us…unless there’s something you have to tell me. Are more people coming?”
“No, this is just for you and me.” He smiled, adding another handful of sausages to the already overflowing frying pan.
“Who are you kidding? I was cooking enough for the two of us, you’re trying to feed the forty thousand. Stop.”
“I’m hungry.” His stomach groaned its agreement loudly.
“I know you told me that in the bathroom but this is too much. There’s no way that you could eat all of that.” Her eyes ran over his body and a sigh of appreciation slipped from her lips. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and his muscles were tempting her to touch them. Forcing her eyes away before she gave into the strange urge, she put her hands on her hips and defended her stove. She hated waste and if she let him put any more food on the stove there was going to be a tonne of it. “It’s impossible for you to eat what you’ve added to the stove already let alone that. Put it back and I’ll see what I can salvage from this mess.”
“Kass it’s going to be fine.” He stepped closer, trying to look for a way around her so that he could add the bacon in his hands to the others sizzling away on the stove.
“You can’t eat all of this food Wyatt trust me.”
It was clear that he was going to have to educate his mate on what not to say to a werewolf because the challenge that she’d just laid down demanded that he rise to meet it. He lifted an eyebrow defiantly. “Is that so?” She nodded confidently and Wyatt’s smile widened. “Well not only do I think it’s possible I think that I’m going to be able to do it with ease.”
“Really?” she asked, the word dripping with sarcasm.
“Yes.”
“And if you can’t?”
Definitely going to need to talk to her abou
t this habit she has of laying down challenges. “Then I’ll give you one thing that you want. Anything. As long as it doesn’t involve me letting you go,” he added hastily. “If I can’t do this then I’ll give you one wish.”
Suspicion made her eyes narrow. He was up to something. “And if by some miracle you do manage to eat all of this food? Then what do you want?” She asked the question hesitantly, her mind running rampant with the possibilities of what he’d ask for. Sex might have been out of the question but she wouldn’t put it past him to ask that she finish what he’d started in the bathroom.
“If I win then I get one wish. I think that’s fair.”
Sharp blue eyes assessed the stove quickly. There was no way that he could finish all of the food that he’d added to the stove, it was physically impossible. Smiling, confident in her impending victory, Kass stepped away from the stove and waved him on. “Add whatever you want.” If he wanted to make an impossible task even more impossible then who was she to stop him? She knew exactly what she was going to wish for when she won. Charlie had to be going out of his mind with worry. He knew better than any one what she was running from and the last time she’d spoken to him she’d told him that she was likely going to be delivered to Ethan on a silver platter. At best he thought she was suffering and at worst he thought she was dead. Neither was true and it was time he found out.
Time flew quickly despite how much food she was cooking and with Wyatt ferrying plates away from the kitchen it was hard to remember just how much she’d made by the time they were finished. Washing her hands clean, Kass sighed. Thankfully cooking had done what it never failed to do and had calmed her down. Remembering her flushed cheeks and weak limbs she sent up a silent prayer of thanks. Wyatt had refused to put on a shirt and if she hadn’t had something to distract her she might have done something stupid. When he was around it was hard to remember that jumping his bones as she wanted was a life threatening endeavour.
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