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I held him and wrapped my legs around him, a daft smile of happiness pulling at my lips.
“Bloody rules.” He brushed his lips over my neck. “I hate rules.”
I giggled as he rolled my earlobe between his lips.
“Have you done that before?” The question—not casual at all—was thick with possessiveness.
“What? No.” Another giggle escaped me, but he didn’t smile.
“Tell me the truth.” He took my chin and stroked it with his thumb. “Have you sucked another man’s cock? I need to know.”
Blimey. My mouth hung at his coarseness. “Why?”
“So I can hunt him down and kill him.” Hell, he was deuce serious. Even his voice roughened with his panther’s timbre.
“Stop it.” I kissed his firm lips. “You’re the first. There’s no one else but you.”
Still, harsh lines of suspicion crossed his face. To be fair, he’d warned me about his suspicious nature. “You seem expert.”
I rolled my eyes. “Maybe it’s like driving. Maybe I’m a natural cock sucker.” I gasped and clamped a hand over my mouth. “I can’t believe I said that. It’s your fault. You’re a bad influence on me. Besides, does it matter?”
“No, it doesn’t. I wouldn’t care.” He laughed, holding me and scattering kisses on my face. “Maybe only a little.”
Since my beast was purring and howling, I let my fangs down and gave him a light bite to his shoulder. Roy exhaled, a hiss coming out of him.
“Did I hurt you?” I released him, searching his face which was contorted in pain.
Shivering, he rolled off me, an arm folded over his stomach. It was one of his attacks of pain. Sweat broke on his skin as his face paled to the colour of ash. Spasms shook his body. He curled up into a ball, clutching his stomach.
“Roy?” I touched his arm. His skin was cold and clammy.
Blood oozed from his nose and trickled down his chin in crimson rivulets. It was the first time I’d seen him bleeding during one of his attacks. Panic seized my stomach.
“Where’s your medicine?” I put a hand on his back. His muscles were tense with pain. Even his jaw was clenched, and blood kept running down his lips and chin. Too much blood.
“My…suitcase,” he said through gritted teeth.
Methapentin wasn’t exactly a cure. In fact, it causes more damage than anything. Also, he shouldn’t need it. We’d merged a few times, but those times weren’t enough to form the deep, steely bond between two beasts. A bond that, if suddenly broken, could cause a lot of pain or sometimes even death. There was only one person with whom he might have had such a deep bond to cause this damage to him. Lukas. But at the same time, it couldn’t be. Lukas died years ago. Even if Roy and Lukas had shared a deep bond, Roy should be fine by now. His partner needed to be still alive to cause this pain inside him after years.
I rummaged through his bag until I found the vial with the yellow liquid. In a metallic box, there was a glass syringe with a needle. Heck, my hand shook as I extracted the methapentin with the syringe.
“Here.” After removing the bubbles from the liquid, I handed him the needle.
He shook his head, his face a mask of blood, as if someone had punched him in the nose. “Can’t. Do it.”
Right. It shouldn’t be that difficult. My aunt was a combat nurse, for Pete’s sake. I’d watched her making injections all my life, and she’d taught me. Without thinking too much, I stabbed the needle into his biceps, tearing a groan of pain from him.
“Sorry,” I blathered as I pulled the plunger up to check for blood in case I’d hit a vein. None came, so I pressed the plunger down.
He shouted and muffled the noise with the pillow, staining it with blood. Either I was a terrible nurse, or the methapentin had started his bad side effects. When I removed the needle, he remained curled up and shaking, his back muscles contracting with each spasm. I massaged his arm to soothe the pain. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed, a grimace of pain on his face. I took a clean towel and soaked it into the water basin in the corner. He lay still as I wiped the blood from his face, neck, and chest. Too much blood. Seconds passed, and the bleeding stopped. Thank goodness. If his condition had worsened, I couldn’t have called an ambulance; I would have been on my own.
I rubbed his back in slow circles. “What is it? Why don’t you tell me what ails you?”
Pain was clouding his eyes. “Stay with me. I need you close to me.” The first time he’d been sick, he’d said the same thing.
I covered him with the quilt and slipped underneath it next to him, snuggling close to him and warming him with my body. Outside, the wind was crying, rattling the window, a savage howl that caused goosebumps to grow on my skin. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. He was breathing heavily when he put his head on my chest before he fell asleep.
