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Everything ached, and she was quiet as Reynaldo carried her back to the residence. Syar was already home and under guard. He was also laughing at her. With a few exceptions, she had been her mate’s favourite target.
“Are you okay?” He murmured it to her.
“I am fine. Just sore. Why did he lick me until I was raw?”
“Because you heal fast, so if he got enough skin off, your scars would be reduced.”
Her ribcage and belly were pink and smooth, still healing from the raw red they had been a few hours ago. It had been dermabrasion by tongue.
“Yeah, next time, I am going to outrun him.”
He sighed. “He’s inviting you to try. I think my workout is going to be hard on the cardio for a while. I have gotten soft living with Syar.”
“I beg to differ,” she grumbled.
He lifted her and kissed her temple. “It won’t happen again for a few years, but now, you understand why one of Syar’s motivations was this.”
“Yeah. I get that he was searching for another target for you.”
Reynaldo sighed. “Was it that bad?”
“I’m tired and cranky and tender,” she muttered as they entered the house. “I will need a day or two to stop fantasizing about clawing your dick off.”
“You did try at one point.”
She sighed happily. “I remember. Syar is really quick.”
“Minx.”
He carried her to the bedroom and set her into bed next to Syar. The omega cuddled her carefully before Reynaldo spoke to the guards at the door before joining them in bed, holding them both.
She was sleeping in under a minute. Ruts were rough. She was glad he wouldn’t have one for another two years.
The shower spray was reviving. Ven stood under the water and ran her hands down her ribs. The skin felt smooth. She had spent her entire adult life with those marks on her, and they were just... gone. Her body was still tender, but her scars were... gone.
Ven turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She looked in the mirror and saw her weird eyes, soft fluffy hair, and now her ears had points. She really hoped this was the end of her evolution because stuff was getting harder to hide. At least her hair was growing back. It was five inches long now and grazed her mark with feathery fluff.
She walked back into the bedroom and smiled at how carefully Reynaldo held Syar. She got dressed in a ruby red outfit and went to get her pointe shoes. It was time to get another piece of herself back.
She sat on the floor of the great room and put on her shoes. Ven set up music on her phone. She did some flexing and loosening exercises, and then she went up on pointe and began to dance. She went through six of her favourite songs before she paused and slowly bowed to an invisible audience before sitting and removing her shoes before she massaged her feet.
Syar sat down next to her. “That was amazing. How long have you been dancing?”
“Four years. Twice a week. Practised every day. It is great that my body heals itself, or my feet would be trashed.” She stuck out her legs and wiggled her toes.
He scooted closer and nudged her hip with his. “So, you obviously survived Reynaldo’s rut.”
“Yeah. I see you managed it, too.”
“Oh, I just needed popcorn half the time to watch you two.”
She pinked. “Oh.”
“I love watching you two. It’s like a dance. So pretty.”
Ven snorted. “He was the dancer. I was the blow-up doll.”
“Yeah, he started by inflating you.”
