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Turning forward, I lead her upstairs to the metal door before pulling it open, ignoring my claw marks there as I allow her entrance. She slides past me, the warmth from her nearness making me growl softly. She freezes in the entryway and stares. I shut the door and stand so close, I could reach out and touch her, yet she doesn’t seem to notice. For someone so good at surviving up top, she seems to have bad instincts when it comes to me.
My breath moves her hair, and she finally turns, her eyes widening when she finds me so close. She doesn’t step back though, even as fear and confusion war in her gaze. “So you are in charge, Red?”
“You could say that.” I shrug as I move past her, purposely dragging my arm across hers. I head to the bed, not the table, wanting her addictive scent on the furs I sleep on. I perch on the edge and pat the space next to me. “Come, let me heal you.”
She winces at the reminder, her arm bleeding steadily. Nodding, she approaches, acting trustful and pliant. I watch her greedily. She’s being a good girl, so she’ll get a reward for that. When she sits, she holds her arms awkwardly. I reach out, and she flinches, but I only turn her. She stiffens with her back to me but soon relaxes as I pull the ripped bits of her shirt from the wound, wincing at the maul mark. It interrupts her perfect skin and must hurt her.
I should kill the creature again, if only for hurting my human, even though it was just hungry and acting on instinct. “This will hurt,” I murmur.
“No shit.”
I freeze, and she sighs.
“Go ahead,” she offers instead.
“Your words are strange,” I remark as I continue to pick out the dirty bits of cloth. The wound will need to be cleansed properly so infection does not set in, but I can do that and heal her wound quickly…I hope. I’ve never tried it on a human, but I can’t leave her in pain, despite the alluring scent of her blood.
Her pain is like a physical ache to me.
Once I have cleared the shirt, being as precise as I can, I lower my head. My long tongue darts from my mouth and sweeps across the wound. She falls to the bed with a cry, her eyes wide as she gapes at me and the tongue hanging from my mouth. “What the fuck, Red?” she yells. “Did you just lick the wound?”
I nod, and she gawks.
“That… That… That’s so fucking wrong, not to mention unsanitary!” she shouts.
Rolling my eyes, I swallow the taste of her, ignoring the throb it sends to my cock as I try to settle her fears so I can help her. “It is how I will heal you. We do not have human medicine here, and we do not need it. If left untreated, that wound will grow infected and affect your mobility,” I explain slowly, looking into her scared eyes. “I promise I will not hurt you, Aria.” She shivers, and I hold out my hand, once again asking her to trust me. “Let me help you.”
“Why?” she asks softly, and that one question speaks volumes about the life she has led.
“Why wouldn’t I when I can?” I counter.
Without dignifying that with an answer, she worries her bottom lip and looks around before realising she doesn’t have much choice. She stiffly moves closer, giving me her back. Not wanting her to change her mind, I swoop down and carefully lave the wound with my tongue, knowing it will help, or at least hoping it will. There is something in our saliva that heals, and it works for our people. When I see the wound stop bleeding, I almost cheer in happiness that it works on my little human.
Her blood fills my mouth, and my fangs ache, my cock too. My tail thrashes behind me but I ignore it, and the lust I feel for her body and blood, and focus on helping her. If I hurt her now, even by accident, she would never trust me again, and that seems important.
I concentrate on each small movement of my tongue, carefully touching the ragged, raw edges of the wound. She sighs and her shoulders relax as my saliva starts to work its way into the wound, taking away the pain.
She closes her eyes as I continue, and by the time I lean back, the wound is nothing more than a jagged scar which will fade in the next few days. There will be a light one, but it will only add to her beauty, to the braveness of my little human and what she has survived.
I have to breathe deeply through the lust clawing into my skin to restrain myself. It’s a good thing that she doesn’t turn around, or she would see my fangs bared, my tail poised to capture her, and my appearance as nothing more than the monster she thinks I am.
It takes a lot more effort than it should to move back and restrain those urges—urges I have never felt before when healing another.
Once I’m sure I am able to stop myself, I wait for her to turn, but she doesn’t move for a while. “Aria?” I ask softly, feeling concerned.
She finally turns and blinks at me. “Are you done?” Her voice is thick and has me clenching my claws into my thighs to stop myself from reaching for her. Instead, I nod, not trusting my voice. She reaches back, and her eyes widen when she finds the rough skin. “Impossible. It’s closed!”
“We have healing saliva,” I explain.
“Fuck off!” she exclaims.
“You want me to leave?” I ask, perplexed, and she laughs.
“No, it’s a saying, like holy shit, or I can’t believe it,” she clarifies.
“Oh, well, it is true.” I shrug and stand, needing to escape her scent. Why did I think it was a good idea to bring her in here? Her scent has filled every free space, nearly making me choke on my desire. I pretend to fold some furs over in the corner, unsure what else to say.
I can feel her looking at me, but I don’t turn. Eventually, the silence stretches on, becoming uncomfortable.
